The Grain Of Sand Poem by RIDHA ABDELLAOUI

A Grain of sand,
Fell in my hand,
Hurt with a spear,
Burst into tear,
The Wind came afar,
The Wind, the apostle of the North Star
Stole my Grain of sand,
Moved 'nd moved away,
My heart in hand,
wrapp'd in hills of clay,
Then came the Sun,
With half an eye,
Behind the dun,
And took me high, and took me high, and took me high,
Then came the Cloud,
With an open mouth,
Roaring aloud 'nd aloud,
And squeez'd me with the Rain of the South,
Then came a kingbird,
With an edgy wing,
Swoop'd down on me, and the voice of my Grain of Sand I hear'd inside the bird,
And inside the bird I had to fling,
And inside the bird I and my Grain of Sand began to sing,
Began to sing, began to sing, began to sing...