Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,001 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Sands Of Time… - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Nature is a sandstorm
It cannot be, controlled
It cannot be tamed to be a lamb

It cannot be turned on or off
But it can fall to form land and even a man.
It's the nature of the invisible to lift it aloft

Till physical strengths grow weary, and exhaust.
To carry it on its ultimate journey,
To season it with grain, rains of petal flower.

And tend it in its final hour of rest.
Nature is a sandstorm
And we, my child we're all the sands of time.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2016


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