The wind whispered a grain of sand
From his tightly woven hand
Sending it spiraling towards the earth
Was this the time of his rebirth?
He needed to seek and to find
The new ideas upon his mind
Preparing morter for a new foundation
Constructing the true gift of elation
Eyes glistening like sapphire jewels
He glanced around for new tools
He realizes there is no atonement
Armor not needed in future moments
Darkness of previous times has ended
Within the light he has ascended
No longer lost nor buried in the sand
Ready now to take charge of his land
Unaware of the sweat upon his cheek
He climbs knowing the path is never too steep
For within the whispers of the wind
He knows no beginning nor an end
Grasping again to the hilt of his sword
Knowing sadness never again to be lord
Now he sees every grain of sand
Sparkling like diamonds in his hand
His soul returned to it's innocent grace
Smiles again cross this handsome face