I am a grain of sand.
A beautiful grain of sand.
I am magnificent.
I live in a colony of sand.
Some have seen the world and traveled the ocean.
Some have only just been broken down from the Mother Rock.
But still, everyone has a story to tell.
Some sands scream; at this point in time, not being able to move without the sea’s help is a problem.
Some sands are frozen in fear.
I stare at the wall of dancing flames.
Why has it come?
Then I see.
Sand fusing together
Sand succumbing, surrendering
I try to fight the fire, but my will is nothing to battle its might.
I am glass.
I am part of a sheet of glass.
We are hauled away.
I’m not natural anymore.
Chopped to pieces.
Why are they hacking us apart?
At least I’m moving.
Lead is brought in.
The lead is shaped.
Then, my glass neighbor is stuck to the lead.
Take me back to the ocean!
Make me sand again!
Don’t stick me to the lead!
But, again, my will is overpowered.
Other shards of glass are stuck.
We are sold to a building with a cross on it.
I am part of a stained glass window.
I am glorious.