Sand castles upon the sand
Created from seemingly nothing
They never know how low or high the tide is
How long their time will last
Some crumble in the making
Some disappear in daylight
Some make it to twilight
But as night descends
And dawn breaks
They all meet their end
But not all is lost
They join the others
Where they all meet again
To be reborn into something new
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Beautiful imagery - well done.
Sand castles being recreated daily - what a great visual. I wonder if some grains squiggle closer to be selected.