Welcome to the sandbox
Wont you come and play with me?
The sand is warm, the sun is bright;
We will wander well within sight.
You squint your eyes and purse your lips,
"I only have recess", you say, hands to your hips.
"We'll make it short" I say, as you look to your watch.
You step in: "that suits me, you see I have my life to catch" .
The grains are soft, smooth and thin
You waste no time, plunging right in.
"Lets build some castles high into the air",
Your eyes dance, the wind plays with your hair.
The walls grow taller and time slows down,
How deftly move your hands, gentle and brown.
"This is so much fun!" you finally say;
Clouds gather in the distance, menacing and gray.
The first drops of reality bite into the sand
Recess is over! You suddenly stand.
"I have to go, I have my life to catch"
"We made it short" I smile, as I look to my watch.
Thunder strikes closer and it pours down
Your tiny feet leave marks in the ground.
The sandbox is wet and full of rain
It will be a while before I play again.
I turn back at the castles, they are bound to fall,
Reality lashes at mine first as yours stands tall
For you had built your walls high
And I had built mine low.
