SAND
I stood there like a stone,
Water rushing all around
Air floating ,abound.
Two fluids,
One solid
Tepid
Gnawed.
But standing.
Air rushed
Water hurried.
Stone nibbled.
Each of its minerals was not saved.
Water, more tender ;
Embraced them ;
Carried them
As a memory of that rocky friend
Air,more flair
Swung far away
But failed to make the rock sway
Left at the mercy of its own destiny
Swirling,
Water enlaced the stone
In a voluptuous waltz
Not devoid of erosion
Intention
Rocky pal
Softened with time
And gained in morale
Thus
Eroded by the foamy
Company,
Stood there, ad vitam
Embracing
That Bitterswirly friend
Who called her sand.
