Grains of sand
Through fingers fall
Downward silent
Without call
To rejoin brothers
In endless plight
Wax and wane
Day to night.
Baked dry in
The summer rays
Washed and cleansed
By oceans ways
Repetition still
Without voice
The circle of life
Gives no choice,
The breaking fury
Rolling waves
Tossed and turned
Twisted curved
To rise and fall
At anothers will
Resting only when
The calm does bring.