From boulders and shells...

From boulders and rocks that prop up mountains.
To shells and corals that tile the sea.
In ocean tide and river fountain.
They are born big and beautiful and just like me.
They are worn by lifes unending current.
Torn and dragged by ebb and flow.
For ages until in an instant.
They are merely sand on the ocean shore.
Born in greatness reduced todust just as all who have gone before.
Each worn out but their lives still pave the way for those who follow evermore.