The sculptor created the most beautiful designs,
Of figures from the mounds of silky sand.
Every object that was created as a sign,
From the most prolific sculptor in the land.
The sculptor used a million hands,
To create life in celestial strands.
A billion human lives were woven,
In the dunes of those shifting sands.
The sands stretched for miles around,
Covering every inch of barren ground.
As the sculptor moves those artistic hands,
New worlds are created on those cosmic sands.
The sand sculptures seemed to be alive,
Yet, they cannot live, speak, walk or thrive.
As the sculptor breathes life into those sands,
They turn into living beings with heads and hands.
The chronicles of sands have been written in time,
Sung in poetry, psalms, songs, and mystical rhyme.
There is a universe of mystical life that we do not see,
The sculptor works with the cosmic sands of eternity.