I would ask the sand,
“Don’t you ever tire of the waves
with their endless coming and going,
drowning you with their advance,
drenching you,
before abandoning you to the harsh wind and bare sky,
leaving behind only their refuse
and the endless promise of return?”

I would ask the sand,
“Don’t you love the waves
with their faithful return each morning, each evening,
washing you clean,
refreshing your parched shores,
drawing men and creatures to share in your joy,
renewing your purpose as play place and guardian of the sea?”