sands of time

Sticking onto my feet, 
Bound to separate otherwise,
These particles of sand,
Reminiscent of test of times,

Originating from rocks and boulders,
That once thrived,
Washed along for years reaching these shores,
Commingled, yet uniform texture they maintain ,

Impressive would be their story of agony,
The duel against a river's fury,
Yet these sands of times, wait to be washed again,
Onto the sea bed, where nirvana they would obtain...