Poems by
Mint

Sand Hill

a poem by Mint

A heap of sand, a mount of particles
A home for ants, waste of space for humans
Struggles against the roaring wind,
Suffers the stamping feet,
Caves-in under pouring rain,
Endures the destruction.

But again integrates,
Withstands the blows,
Survives against all odds,
It holds up and waits,
For the destined end…