With the Falling of the Sand

The valley you have trekked
The sea that you have crossed
The desert you have journeyed
And the mountain topped with frost

A miniature dip
A tiny, little pond
Just a dry patch of land
And a hill, from beyond

Nothing is quite so big
Nothing is near as grand
Everything is lessened
With the falling of the sand





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