ALL THAT SHINE
Is it only imagination
When I walk the ocean shore,
That glimmering sensation
The sands here and there deplore?
I'd never really given them thought,
Entities all their own.
Why but one in each million lot
Might be so brightly shone.
Perhaps each shore's a galaxy
Each sand, a planet or star.
Where only shines the mystery
Of life scattered afar.
Perhaps each sand's a human soul,
All dark, alone by fate.
Where all that shine are those made whole
In finding their true mate.
Perhaps each sand's an ambition,
A secret hope or dream.
Where few ever come to fruition,
Ah, but how those that do gleam.
Maybe the sand's sole intent
Is to remind us day by day,
Live your life to the fullest extent...
Even all that shine soon wash away.
It's the little things you take for granted,
That'll mean the most to you when they're gone.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 01-14-2000).]