Making Sand

I saw it all at once, looking down
from the little walking bridge, the whole progression:
Boulder, rock, stone, sand. The whole story
told in this one, small space.
It takes eons. The grinding with nothing
more than friction, much like the bow
on the strings of a cello, but made
of water and wind. Why not?
If you have endless time, why not?

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