Sand to Stone and Back Again

My mother used to say that I am water.

I wanted to be rock, at first, because rock is so indomitable. But, she reminded me that water is harder in its own way. It is consistent, but gentle, and it will wear the rock away with its focus and flow.

Rock, or water, together they make a beautiful thing. Consider these lines:

Ages ago, I began as a tiny grain of sand

at the bottom of the sea.

Millions of other sand crystals surrounded me.

The ocean's heavy water pressed and pressed until finally -

we cemented into stone...

Water trickles

through tiny

cracks.

Narrow streams flash through

corkscrew

corridors,

slicing out

twisty, twirly,

skinny slot

canyons.

The writing is lyrical, the photographs sensational:





and they can both be found in this beautiful book written by Nancy Bo Flood with photographs by Tony Kuyper:



Other reviews of this lovely book can be found here: SMS Book Reviews, Never Jam Today, SmallWorld Reads, Our Big Earth Media Co., Whispers of Dawn, Cafe of Dreams, The Hungry Readers, My Own Little Corner of the World, KidzBookBuzz.com