I am a rock, impassive and hard, unaffected. However –

Water licks at my sides, subjecting me to painfully slow corrosion. Grain by granule, I disintegrate to sand, slipping through your fickle fingers.

On a beach, the sand beside the ocean is ignored. But she provides a soft padding when the waves come crashing down.

I may be young, but time is trickling through the hourglass. With each passing second, a speck of me falls. That's a moment we can never reclaim.

Life exists because water appeared to earth. Feelings swim within me.

Can I create ripples in this colossal sea?