The sea laps around
Melting the rock I sit on
Watching the horizon
Greedily swallow up the sun
The sand forms outlines of stories below
Each grain a life on earth
This one’s from the shores of Peru
Picked up by a tribesmen
Wondering what to do
And where to go
The land is barren
And his heart too
This one, the shores of Hokkaido
Picked up by a farming man
Who resided in the state of Japan
He picked up the sand
And wondered about the future
Of his plot of land
His family
Melting to the sand
Those grains of sand
picked up by my own hand
I let fall to the sea
From my palm
Where the sand returns
To now known lands
