Essence

Grains moving through in gentle waves
piling into formations we find
treasure in the expected places,
yet still wondering what may lay beneath.
Each step we sink into soft damp bliss
the water moving with the pace of the day,
in and out washing away to expose
the smallest wonders in our winding path.
Time moves forward, drifting on forever
in the ageless moments where children play
perhaps dreaming of pirates and mermaids
they know not what tomorrow brings,
but only the now they are in.
Do we smile when returning to those times,
essential memories of yesterday
as games and the day seemed to last so long
now knowing in hindsight how fast it moves,
no matter where we find ourselves
as the compass gives its knowledge
do we heed the silence and a beating heart
as we forage on in search of more,
do we give our thanks for each moment given
as a wave moves in and out
doing what it knows
pushed by the winds of fancy
and rushed by the storms of fate,
we pluck up the random stones before us
that catch our eye for the shape and style
and are we but a treasure too,
set free from the bottom
and cast out upon the drifting sand,
seen by that which is unseen
and set free to become a part
of the amazingness of the whole.