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