a priceless pearl,
a tear,
and sometimes an hour,

begins

with just a grain of sand

Poetry: Sand

I sit on the sand building a castle of dreams,
the ocean echoes like a windtunnel in my ears.
In the distance

write in sand

and see how long your words

remain.

write of sand

of countless bloody beaches 

stained.

write on sand

Last Tree Standing

The earth warms slowly,
change resistant, barely noticeable,
green recedes.

Fertile replaced by sterile,
water