My beach goes on forever, left and right;
Its vast expanse is more than I can tell.
And though I like to stretch my farthest sight,
I try to look for little things as well.
A little crab with little legs and claws
Reminds me of myself; I’m little too.
And when he halts I also stop to pause
And wonder where he’s going, what he’ll do.
I wonder if the little crab’s aware
Of just how big the world around him is?
I wonder what my eyes would notice there
If I could for one moment see through his.
Then kneeling low I see, and see it’s grand;
His beach is made of tiny grains of sand.