Classic Poem

Sand, sun, sea—
The spheres of gateway told,
Upon sand the smoothy crust
Refines the earthly mold.

The grounded pearls so gently tell
Our fortune's footprint path;
Through mystic grains that sparkled,
It throws to kings its worth.

I sank my toe upon its skin
And lo! felt I bereaved,
For love hath covered me with sand
Of quality ne'er conceived.