Grains of Sand

Cast upon the driftwood shores
I looked upon the sea
one hundred billion grains of sand
and one of them is me
Thrown about with the tides of life
the grains of sand do move
to wash upon a distant shore
and its worth to prove
So much movement seems a waste
until you look behind
that every grain of sand you touch
may have changed it's mind
Some the gentle tides bring in
and some come in the storm
and when the seas become calm
a new life may be born
My heart may be a shadow
by others naught be seen
My touch may change another
and bring new life into being

Oh storm rage and turn another page
how can you ever your effects to gauge