Don’t you ever look at the sand
And wonder
How long it took to break down to a granulated state?

Don’t you ever ponder lines in granite walls of canyons above
And wonder
How high water must have been to gather layer upon layer of sand to settle down?

Do you ever lay in the park grass, staring at blue and white skies,
And wonder
How many water molecules you peer through to see those clouds?

When wind blows in waves around your hand outside the car window,
Do you ever wonder
What else that air has held before your hand?

Do you ever peer in majestic, deep caverns
And wonder
How long it took water to make its own way through?

How long does time wait on your present to come?
How long does time warn your future of the past?

Etching with every drop, water forces rock to give way
He seeks and finds the tiniest weakness in a solid mass and settles in for the long haul
Of pushing, gently yet insistently, until stone turns to sand

Invisibly and particle by particle, the sun removes the mighty water,
She insists on giving rocks form again, baking and drying the once fully moldable
Urging sand to gather and become unified in solid mass

Battle is not really happening
All know their purpose
Each gives to the others’ complementing attributes
They don’t even really fight
It doesn’t always have to be a war