Sand
I think I caused it.
To crumble quite a bit.
A sand castle.
Can be fragile.
It’s summer now.
But still, it falls down.
Because of me.
I chased a kite flying free.
Then I crashed.
The sand castle was trashed.
Out comes something from the lake.
Sitting on the sand, trying not to bake.
Is a small crab.
That tries to grab-
The stick from the top of our castle.
We laugh at this rascal.
He stands proud.
Wearing his crown.
Then back into the lake he goes.
Our beach day is over, so we grab our clothes.
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