On the beach they make their kingdoms,
Of heaped up sand and pebbles white,
Castles, moats and fancy turrets,
Imagination’s fancies taken flight.
And when their work is finally done,
The owners then do proudly stand,
In marvelous glory and contemplation,
At the work of mind and hand.
But soon the tide will wipe away,
This work of human naïve play,
And leave behind a clean, fresh surface,
For others then to have their say.
How many boy and girls have there,
Made real their fantasies with sand,
And how many more are yet to come
And leave their trace upon the land?
And so like life, the beach continues,
The rhythm of building and decay,
On and on forever changing,
But remaining still the same each day.
(16/10/09)
