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He was born with such great talent,
in his soul it was ingrained,
it was fully formed at birth,
never needed to be trained.

His talent was astounding
and those who got to see him play
knew that they had witnessed
a piece of God that day,

They came from far to see him
as his reputation grew,
many were left speechless
by the things that he could do.

And every day he labored,
creating castles in the sand,
magnificent and heavenly,
there was magic in his hands.

Every day he drew a crowd
packed tightly on the beach
and everyone who saw him
felt God within their reach.

His creations were so amazing
people felt their souls expand
and most were truly humbled
by the greatness of this man.

And every day the sun would set
and the sea would start to rise,
the crowd would leave reluctantly
tears flowing from their eyes.

That night they dreamt of castles
that took away their breath
and knew they'd felt the presence
of  God manifest in flesh.

Alas, the moon has risen
as he watches head in hand
as the tide destroys his castle
and it once again is sand.

But he'll be back tomorrow
to create is to be free
and crowds will come to watch him
build his castles by the sea.

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