The Sandstorm

The sandstorm fortelling our demise Gathering up our neatly packaged And ingrained life experiences Sprinkling them freely upon the winds To be transformed into the life essence That will eventually become a newborn A newborn akin to a blank canvas Waiting for the artist within each of us To paint their own unique lifes journey A fallback supply of paint ensures we can correct Our mistakes caused by the inevitable Little twists turns and tumbles Encountered along life's convoluted journey.