Secret of the Sand

Waves crushing against the shore
Taking away beaches beauty
Trying to make it no more

Reaching with my hand
Finger close upon my prize
Now I hold a fistful of sand

Slowly trickling past my finger
Something must be done
Before only a few linger

Grip becoming tighter
Pushing away what I seek to keep
Suddenly my hand seems much lighter

Opening wide my claw
Only one grain remained
Eyes could not believe what they saw

Sought to posses
For myself alone
Now I have so much less

The next day my beach returns
As it was once before
My heart looks out and yearns

Learned patience awaits a new day
Gentle hands ready
Waiting for what may