The smooth silky sand, tickled her tiny feet
She wandered far, to play in the sun
And burn her nimble feet
For she was adamant to show her castle
Set on the sandy seat.
Her limbs were red and palms sweat
but she tread on without a moments rest.
The sky turned orange and then a shady grey
She could hear the distant rumble
and heard the croaks were gay.
Birds flew to their far abode,
To find their young ones
frightened and loud.
She walked back, dragging her feet
With soiled clothes and muddy face,
Looking back, she saw her castle
looming large with a shiny glow
and then some drops fell on her brow.
Back at home she prayed
What would she do if it rained?
She hit her bed and slipped to sleep
saw her dreams and started to weep
for her castle was in a muddy heap.
When the dawn broke, she was still asleep
Down on her pillow, buried so deep.
She shivered in the morning chill
and the sun peeped through the window sill.
She ran through the trees,
By the pond, near the temple
to her castle, in the breeze.
She searched in vain
For nothing was left, in the heavy rain.
There remained some lines on the sand
Bent on her knees,
She touched them with her hand.
Tears tickled down her cheeks,
Felt the pain in her soul
Then a hand touched her cheeks
And soothed her jowl.
She was told, her castle was liked
By the god of rain and wind alike
It is gone with them
To be the home of many alike
Small, old, children of the land
Who are not cared and are lonely band
She smiled, now she know
for she had built, a home so special
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