Every pebble dreams of being sand.
Puts the countless beatings of the waves
Down to another step along the way.
Perceives the bitter, cracking cold,
The almost melting heat.
It is alone amongst a sea of brothers,
But feels itself,
The hardness of its edges
Curved away from touch.
It will be unnumbered grains of sand,
move and be as one,
Stretching from shore to sea,
To the distant horizons,
The creeping desert.
Carried on the wind and rain.
Scattered, but not lost
For an eternity.