Being born on the 16th

The stone rolled down a camel’s hump
How rude, the sand whispered
I am abated by a frenzy of gentle connotations to a mere spec
Why did the sun rise this morning?
You are soft and blanket me, Mr. Sand and Mr. Sand, and Mr. Sand
You are so many!
And yet, I know not what a flower would feel in my grasp
But can you rise up to the sky when the wind transports you?
Ah, touch the sky, you say,
I say stay grounded, the earth has mysterious bounties
Isn’t mystery an unfamiliar reality?
Dwell in the essentials, while I dance around you
I can dig myself beneath you
Are you smiling?
The Gods never cry, but do they forever smile?
Break up earth, but don’t forget where you’ve come from
Lest you stay in
All is in passing
Although, the sun forever shines
Never ever, by no means, on no account, no ways
Mr. Stoned rolls around
On account of your emergence,
Which is temporary,
I offer you today,
Sand of stone or stone of sand,
To celebrate your fleeting existence,
My insignificance unto your insignificance
And we’ll create a unique purposeful moment