It is always just below the surface
In calm it is invisible
But it is always there.
When the wind stirs the surface
It becomes visible
But that same wind
Wears it away
Turning it to sand
That is carried to the deeps
Joining in the chorus of
Many who have past
Before.
1 comment:
Dan, I'm sorry for your loss but just remember she's with your dad now :)
-Jim C
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