The Feelings Of It...

Its course grains
Its warm feelings
From underneath the suns' rays
Like a flame being contained in each grain
Like fire dancing in it
Like a life beating
It slowly moves
With wind and water encouraging it
It blows across plains
Across water and mountains
Across deserts and prairies
It's swift and quick
It laughs
When it causes discomfort
In your eyes, your mouth
It cries when it becomes transformed
Into something more such as glass
Its beauty is priceless
Its importance no less
It is sand