Piece of time

Grains of skin,
piece of time.
Leaves keep turning,
sand washes sand.
Confidence in our stones,
no worries until dawn.
Dead vegetation surrounds,
pastel animals rumble.
Traveling dessert streets,
memory of ancient knowledge,
bloodline eaten by time.
Grain of sand keeps shifting
confidence in the sun, dawn.
Worried for the leaves,
dead animals linger in the air.
Humans struggle,
they survive.
Sand washes sand.
Grains of time.

JamieP.