Upon the golden grains of endless shore,
Where whispers of the wind do softly tread,
The sands of time in gentle flows explore,
Beneath the sky where dreams and hopes are fed.

Each grain a story, tales of yore untold,
In shifting dunes, the secrets subtly lie,
A tapestry of moments, past and bold,
In the embrace of time they softly sigh.

The sun descends, its glow a warm caress,
Upon the sands that sparkle in its light,
A dance of shadows, weaving thoughts to bless,
In twilight’s glow, they drift into the night.

Yet as the tides of life do rise and fall,
The sands remain, a steadfast, silent guide,
A gentle reminder of nature’s call,
In their embrace, our fleeting paths abide.