I speak to you as a blade of grass,
Or another cloud in the sky.
A grain of sand in the hourglass,
That counts the days 'til I die.
I am blade of grass,
Tread upon by your feet.
So small in mass,
Without even a heartbeat.
I am a cloud in the wind,
Gazed upon by your focused eyes.
I could only look as you grinned,
You face so young, yet your mind so wise.
I am a grain of sand in the hourglass,
That casually blends with the others.
Though my heart is fragile like glass,
It reflects the light in many colors.
Blind to it, you slip away,
Falling quickly from my grasp.
Everything I do or say,
Loosens reality's clasp.