We are each a grain of sand
Thousands of us in the palm of a hand
The wind blows
We fly away
Let’s all enjoy the day
We are each a speck of dust
We are all like pieces of rust
The air degrades us
We are all fading
Why wait to face the sun
When we get to the sunset
When we reach the end of lane
We will realise
Life was short
Go and be in the sun
Philip Dodson 