Feudal Florida - February 11, 2013

A full hour’s spent
Digging up the sand.
Meticulously placing it by hand

To slowly form a grandiose castle
That the tide flattens
Without a hassle.

Another is built
Out of the tide’s reach,
But something much worse
Lurks here on the beach.

It waits for you
To leave your work of art,
And, with an evil grin,
Tears it apart.

With no way to win,
A lesson is learned:
Strive after the wind
And you’ll get sunburned.