There isn't usually much to say about sand I mean, it often implies nothing of interest A metaphor for desertion or a real desert Both complete with dunes and trails But paths dissolve while dunes just change So what am I to tell when asked about sand The words of others speak of glass and heat They use up most of the words about sand So I'll try again to speak on simple sand The simplicity is simply just to the eye There aren't secrets as there are in caves But simple isn't always a bad description If one described me as simple I'd laugh For that means they know nothing about me So when saying that sand is a simple thing I'm simply stating that it has many secrets Not all bad but some might as well be For you need to know the sand to see it To understand more than other's words More then my understanding of it So perhaps sand does teach us this Certain things meet the eye as they are And others have to been looked at for years Forgotten then revisited after giving up At last then will the truth be shared The buried tombs beneath the sand The history held in the minuscule grains As the stories behind the masses That come to light in a brilliant way