Tick-tock trickle, time's twin towers, shifting sands in silent showers. Silent, slender shape, flowing time throughout its walls. Back and fourth and with this your time will decrease

You find me on the beach while trying to beat the heat. I'm beneath your feet and between your toes and I end up in places you do not want me to go. The kids use me to build castles during play and others use me to watch the hour fall away.

By the ancient conjurer's hand, keeper of time's command, it weaves each day with mystic sand.

I capture time without moving, stealing smiles and moments, painting memories with light.

I leave powder on your fingers and clothes, and become smaller as your creativity flows. I make the pavement a canvas for art, until the rain makes my masterpieces depart.