Sandcastles

Once t'was built with sands,
Under the hit of the sun.
On a summer afternoon,
Little by little molded by hands.

Started with a simple figure,
Eventually formed into a castle.
It all went well, impressive actually,
No one noticed- it was made quickly.

From a plain grain of sand,
Into beauty added in the land.
Lights and colors were placed
to enlighten people's face.

Some said it's dangerous,
Sandcastles aren't made for chaos.
For after summer it ends,
In the vast ocean, it blends.

Truly, after some time,
It became a common site to find.
One tried to reach, bring back its glow,
But time allowed the sands to flow.

After some time, seasons change.
Not all survive, only the brave.
Even the castle made of mere sand,
the waves of the ocean it can't stand.

Water slowly carried most of its part,
Though it fought to stay until the dark.
To no avail, the waves' stronger,
The castle is now nowhere to find - it's over.

Yes, it's gone but never forgotten,
By those who witnessed, and cared.
For once it gave joy on a summer day,
Where others have built memories and play.

The lesson it gave is something to ponder.
That for things to last it needs something better.
Not a weak sand, nor just the sunshine.
But a strong
will that could stand time.