Window to the Soul

Sand Castle

Sand Castle

One day I set off to the beach,

my shovel and pail in hand.

By the shore, I sought to make

a castle in the sand.

I ran across the dunes

to find the perfect spot

on which to build my castle--

a happy little plot.

I searched the beach a while

until I was sure

that the place I chose was the

territory I'd secure.

There by the tide I knelt

and crafted a little plan

how I would build my castle,

and that's when I began.

My hands worked deftly, freely

and out flowed my hopes and dreams.

My feet were wet with ocean water

that played 'round me in streams.

Soon enough I'd finished

and I stood back to admire

its terrific detail, its strong design

and each terrific spire.

Then I noticed the tide came in

and it came rolling toward me,

and the tower I'd so carefully built

would soon face the wrath of the sea.

The crashing foam, it melted it,

it knocked my castle flat.

All my hopes and dreams had been

run over, just like that.

Dwelling on the thought that my

inspiration was destroyed, 

I traced my fingers 'cross the shore

and with the sand I toyed.

I sat there thinking for a while

what I was to do,

and then I thought "no worries,

I'll just make something new!"

Shifting farther out from sea

I remembered my plan.

Now that I was safe from all the waves,

I began again.