Grain Of Sand
poem by:
Michael Waite
Written
on Jan 09, 2017
The grain of sand sits on the beach, the oyster shell seems out of reach, a gust of wind is all it needs, to start a process come and see, a slow commotion starts to brew, a gust of wind is coming through, it sweeps across the soft terrain, and picks up the hopeful little grain, it places it inside a shell, a process starts it starts to swell, and time she starts her ticking clock, the grain of sand was once a rock, and now its edges start to curl, with time the sand becomes a pearl.
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Chris Cleverly commented:
Nice prospective
Christopher Russon
commented on Sep 30, 2017 at 11:16am
Excelent way of discribing the sand developing into a pearl.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Aug 12, 2018 at 10:31am
Nice little poem about the evolution of a pearl, and the way the oyster deals with an irritation......
