Sitting cross legged
Middle of the ground
Dust and Mud and Stones
Feeling at home.

Watch the sun go down
Hear the birds chirp
Sense the unspoken words.

The pebble in hand
Like a writer's tool
Tells stories.

And you Smile
And you Weep
And you feel free
Sitting cross legged
Middle of the ground.

While you waited for the future you forgot about today
And the sand kept on pouring.
And time slipped away.