The sandbox is where the magic happens.
A universe of particles waiting
to be created by the force of intention,
Animated into being by thought.

The I AM dances in shifting forms
always in motion, never still,
A restless magnetism holding all life
in shapes we know but for a moment

until they decay
until they pass away
until we pass away

The sand returns to the sandbox
Resting,
waiting for the joy of rebirth
at the touch of the creator