Sand and surf encompass him
His face is bright, and never grim
And Sea, she smiles back, I'm sure
Upon this heart and soul, so pure
He sits and digs his hands down deep
To wake Mother Earth from her sleep
And cause the tide to come crashing in
Then, gently ebb before reaching him
The thundering waves, they come and go
And always continue on to grow
But, Sea shows mercy to the poor babe
She lets him finish what he's made
Sand and limbs are all he needs,
As the golden brown earth, he kneads
And molds a towering shape of dust
To be washed away, despite his trust
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