I live here on the vast,
Taking in the open air,
By little hands
Sought by giant arms
Of waves, the retreating bands.
Taking in all the impressions,
That steady feet leave on land.
Old or young, rich or poor,
All of them leave impressions
On me!” said the sand.
“Little though we are,
Of different colours and size,
We were not so earlier,
Though now we are wise.
The harsh waves that tossed
Us, will be able to tell,
The shapely round me
Is thanks to them” said the pebble.
The moon shone on,
And had to strive
Hard, to
listen to them as
As the sand and pebbles came alive.
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