The sand….
The saaaaaannnnnnnnnddddddd on the horizon
In the noon of day it can burn your eyes
but with the proper shades it’s quite a sight
to see it, to see it there
So straight, so wide
Looming like the tide but in fact infinite
in number like the passing of time.
Yet I, if I alone could walk far enough,
the sand would turn to grass would turn to water
turn to wine to make it all divine.
It's All Freedom 