Sand

Sifting, shifting, formless sand.

Falls and dances, across this land. 

To be shaped by water, and hand, to make our pictures, to show our plan.

Castles built, just out of fun, joyous sounds, 'till setting sun.

In this place we call land, the oceans wave, to bring us sand.

Mother earth, nurturing heart, knows our peace, right from the start.

But there are sands, of harsher come, think to walk but never run, for it is hotter, in open sun.

Winds that ride the clouds of sands,  blocking the sky with walls of hands, bring on change, as we are covered with sand. 

Some time, but not every, nature's beauty, comes in a destructive force.