A grain of sand is unimportant,
Until the tide comes in
And gently takes it from the spot
Where it has always been.
The water drags the grain of sand
Across the ocean floor,
To redeposit it again
Upon some distant shore.
A conclusion to this simple act
Is not that hard to reach.
Without the tiny grains of sand
There wouldn’t be a beach.
Without a beach to stand on
Think of all the sunsets missed.
And, without a place to launch it,
A ship need not exist.
Many things we take for granted –
Things that we consider grand –
May not be more significant
Than a single grain of sand.