1 grain of sand,
It's all your given.
Told to do something marvelous with it,
Something magnificent.

It lays there,
In a sand mound.
It's bigger,
It stands out from all the rest.

Bending over you pick it up,
Roll it around in your fingers.
Your cold skin,
over sun heated grain.

The grain,
Is it a sign?
Well,
It's more gold than the rest!

It's so beautiful,
As the winds blow in the ocean.
Sail boats whipping about,
The breeders of this nation.

The rest of the fallen,
Lay on the mound.
Oh, but what shall you do with this?

It's just a grain,
A mound was all you were given.
Told to do something worth living,
Something to make a change.

You toss it in the air,
It sinks right down.
You stick it to your ear,
Hoping at least 1 sound.

The shine is here,
As it to is in your head.
Pictures of beauty appear,
But your skull's as thick as lead.

Who is they?
Why everyone you've ever known!
Like earth, the sky, and water.

This grain you hold now was once a mighty mountain.
Impassable by plane.
Now it's a diseased sore,
Laying in the ruins of fallen soldiers.

And here you stand,
With the mighty mountain in your grips.
But not for the life of you,
Can you make use of it.

And from the East,
Blows a wind.
A gust so powerful,
That your mound of sand is torn away.

The grains lye in a pile.
They formed right at my feet.
Sand so brown,
With 1 golder grain.

Bending over,
I pick it up.
And thoughts
Shoot through my brain.

The coarsness,
The gritty rock.
All of this belonged,
Once,
To a LEADER.

The mountain I pictured,
Had slopes so deep.
The cliff edges
So deadly.

It was a mountain,
On an island.
Species you never
Heard of inhabited it.

And all the while,
This grain spoke a story.
It spoke of peaks as high as the stars.

At night, the waves sung songs to The mountain to please.

So busy at work,
With joyful sweat.
The wind blows in and dries my perspiration

A wall to block,
A tower to watch.
A mote to protect,
And a guard to watch.

I build and build,
For days my hands never stop moving.
Not light nor day,
Had a clue of what I was doing.

Stopping,
Finished at last.
My sand stood there,
As a beautiful trophy.

A sandcastle,
With motes so deep.
My kingdom,
Walls so thick.

With pillars and crowned roof ledges.
My castle stood so brave.
With beauty in my eyes,
This castle shone.

Mightier than the great wall, or brick and mortar.
My castle stood high,
With only pride to shine.

The wind,
A gust so big.
Came busting through the trees.

My castle was solid.
No it,
the wind did not waiver.

My pride perks up.

But before I leave my creation........................

I spot my last untouched grain,
"Just like the foundation,
It started with you."

I reach over and ever so lightly. On the highest pillar,
The golden grain was set.
Taking command,
Once again,
Of it's
MIGHTY MOUNTAIN.

-AJ Birt