The Sand Poem by Moth Harris

The sand blows away from here
A desolated world left at her finger tips
Don't throw me away like old garbage
I think I'm worth more then that now

The sand blows very far but slows
It waves with the wind as I follow
My eyes twinge and sting as I look ahead
The land looks as if it were dead

The sand strums along surface of the ground
It builds and then deminishes as the wind blows on
On and on and on I follow along
All alone on a desolated world

Somewhere I went, I decided to turn away
Where I saw the grass, that I've long longed for
You were standing there, with much love and care
Waiting for someone to accept your heart