a withered candle
can be revived
can be returned
to its original shape,
but a wave
can never be the same.

you can fix a broken pot
but not a cloud,
not a rain drop.

a sand storm
is like a shadowy portrait,
a mixture of unspoken words,
the wind as painter,
the sand as the colour, the air as canvas.

a sand storm is always perfect,
being natural always is.