Elizabeth

(as inspired by Elizabeth)

A very thin veneer of dry sand

Laid upon its wetted cousins

The wind tosses and shapes the dry, white sand

Constantly undulating into new forms

Ribbon of sand much as a stream of water

Danced upon top of the hard-packed base

The base allowing the veneer to play

To continually change and shift its face, its contour

Our eyes were barely able to perceive

And to process the beauty of the shapes

Before another shape was formed

A wondrous and intriguing change of images

Might this be an allegory for a good life?

A strong base such as the wetted sand to stand upon

And the drier sands changing and reshaping of our perceptions

All to sustain us in one manner and to renew us in another?

Can the ever-changing dry sands represent a current thought or perception

Can the wetted and hard packs sand be the basis of our character?

Can examining nature lead us to understanding of ourselves?

Or even of others?