Sand Bottle

Carefully crafted, it sits on my desk,

A figure of beauty,

Tiny grains of sand confined to one space,

Colors, swirling patterns.

I stare at the sand,

Following the colors with my eyes,

Rainbows of minuscule particles,

Colors, swirling patterns.

Its bottle is curved to a point at the top,

So the waves of color thin as it goes up,

Beautiful, delicate,

Colors, swirling patterns.

A second bottle beside it,

Duller, but still beautiful,

Compared to the first, the first has more,

Colors, swirling patterns.

The two stand together on my desk,

Each reflecting the other's wonder,

Both of them have that touch of

Colors, swirling patterns.