Sand upon the ground
A world unto its own
Filled with life unseen
People are like grains of sand
Sifting through our fingers
Too fast for us to stop
Take the time to catch the sand
To love cherish and not demand
Sprinkle the sand in a circle
And stand inside
You will find the joy is everlasting
Even after this earthly life

Gresilda McDermott August 2011