Sand … An Interesting Thing, Poetry by Lizzie Heart

Genre: Rhyme, Society, Nature

Sand … An Interesting Thing
by Lizzie Heart

Middle of July
Sun high in the sky
Sweltering rays
Melting me away
Alright! I’m done
Time for some fun
Let’s head to the beach

Ocean wind in my hair
Calming fresh air
Soft ocean mist
A girl could get used to this

Walking along the coast line
Admiring all that today is mine
Stopping to go further in
Letting the waves call me home to them

Curling my toes in the cold, wet sand
Waves tugging at my legs
My toes holding where I stand
It tickles, it tingles the sand moving all around
As I sink deeper and deeper into the ground

Sand is so infinitely small
Yet soft enough to catch me when I fall
Not so easy to hold just one single piece
My mind starts to wonder how this sand became surrounded around me

Sand is just so interesting
Changing form to so many things
Almost always something that glistens in the sun
As if it always dreamt of being loved and admired, a new start for
each one

What a journey sand must take
Starting from such a hard place
Waves crashing and pounding against soild rock
Waves don’t give up
They take and take
Until it breaks
And here my dear friend is the birth of our sand

Many pieces are breathed
But waves do not set them free
Maybe this is why
Maybe this is when
Our poor little sand starts to dream
Dream of a different being

Sand gets separated from sister and brother
Sent to different seas
So many beaches

Waves constantly moving sand all around
Never to be still
Never to have a home on solid ground

Awe but for our poor little sand
Who dreamt of wishes and kisses
Some dreams do come true
If only for a few

On one of these far off beaches
A storm started to brew
Rain poored and heavy winds blew
Dark grey clouds filled the sky
Then lighting began to strike

With each electric shock
Sand transformed into clear shiny rock
The small sand that remained
Shuttered in fear it would stay just the same
“Pick me! Pick me!”
It did it’s best to scream
Lighting danced along the shore
Until the storm was no more
What once was sand,
Now sparkling sea glass lined the worn out beach

This glass in all its beauty
Would be picked up the follow day
By tourist, hunters, scavengers, and small children at play
Transformed once more
To some many things
Glass statues, jewelry, priceless pieces of art
Lucky for this sand
Everything went according to plan

Awe but this is not the only dream that came true
As I mentioned there were a few
For the sand that sways at the bottom of the seas
Wishing to settle, finally be put down
Just may end up on a crown

For our poor little sand; your not going to like this
But it’s trapped in a dark abyss
Rough and bumpy up above
Slimy and sticky where it feels pressured to stay
Unable to move
Its trapped in this smelly awful place
No telling when it will get out.

Days go by
Then weeks and months
All that pressure,
Pushing and squeezing,
Is causing a change
To dark to see the new thing he could be

Suddenly earth thrashed violently
Our little friend bounce about
“What’s happening!! Oh I wish I could get out”
As if someone heard his longing wish
A crack of a light gave our friend his longing kiss

Out in the sun
he now saw from where he came
It wasn’t a hole,
Not a dark smelly cave
He had been stuck inside an oysters mouth
And after forever long he had finally been ripped out

Now out in the sun
Our friend took a good look at himself
Our friend, the sand grew and he grew inside that shell
He grew with the most prefect round shape
What a glorious shine
Our changed little friend now can call mine
Our friend the sand had become a wonderous pearl

His dream to be loved and admired had more then come true
His value and his worth are wanted by more then just a few

Where will he end up?
On the neck of a bride
Ear of a wife
Her Majesty’s ring
Or perhaps the crown of a King

In the end it doesn’t matter
What once was sand
To small to fight back against a wave
Dreamt to be saved
Now will be forever loved by everyone

See what I mean. Isn’t sand an interesting thing!

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