the grains that softly trickle down
forget what they remind us of
and often we must comprehend
what's passed and not to come
for in those grains that now hold still
our memories survive
their voices slowly fade in time
as they now underlie
the images so vivid now
so precious to us all
and yet if once we may recall
the sound of those first grains of sand
that fell on empty ground
reverberated ever so
for they began the mound
so watch them fall and pile away
but never be deceived
for those you see that shine so bright
will promptly cease to glint
and once their luster lies in deep
and once their voices mute
do not believe they are no more
for they make up your core
