Sandcastles

Sandcastles Time through the hourglass falls at a rate of grains, These subtle morsels of molecular stones that lay on the foundation of earthly stains. Minute signatures of the past pressurized to crumble and seize. The zillions of small building blocks can be molded entirely just for all to see. Smoothed, blown, cut, dug, soaked, dried and spilt to design monumental pieces of weathered art, That only tops a small iota of the surface time can be measured together or apart. If the fingers shape and feel the creative aspects of nerve impulses, Can resequence the entire perception that the Earth reveals in the summer solstice. For the time that we seek to build our castle to strong and high, Others tear down our dreams with a footstep in it’s side. So build the blocks skyward and enforce with a splash of the ocean sea, And cement the roots with a dry wet concoction all struts can hold and believe. Because if we smooth the top layer to condense our mold, Only seconds will fall slower which will affect the generations young and old. Just know building a castle together with minuscule stones stacked in the sky, Means any slated sandcastles with pounding waves pain-stakingly can survive!