I am the soft cushion upon which the humans stomp 

as they walk alongside the ocean.

Marks on me are being infinitely erased 

by the incoming and outgoing tides

I am dug, thrown, admired, and hated.

I hear them call me “Sand”.

I get stuck to all that touches me

Because I cling to any surface I find.

So find me at the beach 

And take me home with you!

And parts of me will live forever

On the floor of your car.