The world is made of sand and sea 
Like the grains along a beach.
The waters wash each grain away 
When the tides of time shall leach.
So do not fret you left no mark 
When upon those grains of sand.
For no one really changes them 
As they lie upon the land.
The only thing that may be said 
Of your time, or you, or me; 
Is that we watched each tide come in 
And we did so happily.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem