I am but a grain of sand,
Pretending to be part of this land,
Sifting through the plains of strife,
Trying to figure what to do with this life.

I am the grass that plays in the wind,
Swaying in the breeze on those that sinned,
Happy in the rays of brilliant light,
Being crushed by a hate filled blight.

I am but a flake of snow,
White in the drift, watch me flow,
Stained red with blossomed poppy I be,
Frozen forever but still wonderfully free.