Some often let the grains of sand1

slip through their grasp with ease2

untouched they ‘scape their folded hands3

like wind passing through the trees4

So small the grains some cannot catch5

And beaten is the way6

The path fools take which leads them straight7

And never twists nor strays8

So wander if you are not lost9

And take the ragged trail 10

Hold fast the grains and look ahead11

To mountains you can scale.12