In the desert of existence, grains of sand whisper secrets to the relentless wind,
weaving stories of love and loss, of creation and destruction.
Are we, too, sand cast upon an infinite shore, shaped by invisible hands?
As clouds over mountains, our thoughts drift, ephemeral and distant,
yet tethered to the earth by the gravity of understanding.
The sands remember when the wind was silent, a time locked away in dreams.
Can the wind understand the language of sand?
The silent question hangs between particles, longing for an answer.
And yet, the answer lies not in words, but in the dance of the universe.