Some of us are like sand dunes;

others it seems are out of tune.

Some of us are like a sculpture;

living in life's most secret chamber.

The wind constantly reshapes the dune;

this life, shaken by an ominous typhoon.

The winds of life only graze the sculpture;

steadfastly secure in the sacred scripture.

When might makes right;

the dune takes flight.

When we all play fair;

the sculpture's there, no despair.

Don't be like the dune, lacking compassion;

be a genuine sculpture with a firm foundation.

If you desire joy, it's not spatial;

look at the sculpture, never partial.

Some of us are like sand dunes;

others like sculptures, quite immune.

When life's wind blows the sand around;

just strive for humility, and rebound.