Upon the shore where whispers blend,
The sands of time do softly bend.
Each grain a tale, a story spun,
Beneath the golden setting sun.

They speak of dreams, of hopes once bright,
Of moonlit nights and morning light.
In every speck, a world unseen,
A silent dance in shades serene.

The waves caress with gentle hand,
Etching stories in the sand.
Fleeting moments, swift and grand,
Lost to seas, yet ever planned.

So listen close, and you may find,
The echoes of the sands unwind.
In their embrace, a truth so grand,
The endless tales of whispering sand.