Years roll along the soil
grinding all matter to sand
in the constant change of toil
and we become of it, feet of land
and of all the grander compositions
.
If our sum is greater then the constitution
of all our lives and occurrences,
then let us grow, making worth of restitution
to all universality's lent in concurrent
exchange of thoughts, principles, and meaning
.
I say to you now, we are sandy grains
meant to be made pearls through times refinement,
the oyster, this world, rolls us with a grace
rivaled only by the ocean by which we are created
The greater the oyster, the grander the pearl,
we of the certain conviction to be of the world
are valuable as Hope or Jade, heaven scent
to Poseidon's den