When endowed...with imagination.

I’m a single grain of sand. On a very small beach.  But still, I’m thankful. That I am a conscious and alive grain of sand. Makes all the difference. Makes me wonder. If I will become more than a grain of sand. Perhaps a stone. A rock. A boulder. A mountain. Give me time. Give me time. To become more. Everything is possible. When endowed…with imagination. –Jim Broede