Sand Dunes

Stretched far and wide, Are the piles of sands The waves of wind creates Thousands at a time and Thus recreates another with The strong sway, making fool The beholder mingles one With the other, I look for The first one, lose the second Third and innumerable... Turns the number, but None to be mine one and Only sand dune, my footprint Runs to be one with the other, Gets nothing, only a whirling, A very clear whirling of sand Breaking one after another into Gulleys and again into dunes. I also turn to be a dot, in the Sea of sand, a mere dot!