Sands

White almost beige
Some even form a land
All have critters and crabs and more to add
Never be sad when your feet are in the sand
As it may form you a piece of land
Land so magical it keeps you above
The waters that flows
So below
Shells to follow, to lead the path
A mermaid would only follow
It’s never to late to leave the shallows
Every grain
Gives you sense of being sane
Every little piece
So hot So light in weight
Gathered and scattered
No nothings the matter
I’ve never been less sadder
My toes are in the sand
That’s the plan
Never leaving the sand