This is so precious.
Like the last smile I got from her.
Waves break upon beaches
and finger fold up the sandy incline.
And momentum stops but they want more.
So the waves of the world take all they can,
with their little wet claws,
as gravity swallows them back.
Eventually, they will get what they are after -
my feet, your feet, our feet.
But not just yet.
No, there is longer to appreciate the preciousness of sand.
And you should,
while it is that you can.
Because like all things of beauty,
sand takes time to exist.
She is no different.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
