By Ovidiu Alexa • Published on 4/15/2025
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Upon a beach, so bright and gold, Where summer stories start to unfold.
Little children, with buckets and spade, Building a kingdom, skillfully made. A grand sandcastle, with towers so tall, Waiting for Neptune's watery call.
Suddenly, a crab, with shell so grand, Scuttled sideways across the sand. He winked a claw, a mischievous gleam, "Protect your castle, it's more than a dream!"
The waves, like horses, began to race, Crashing and frothing, with foamy grace. Children giggled, and danced with glee, As the ocean tickled, wild and free.
They chased the seagulls, with laughter so clear, Summer's sweet music, banishing fear. Built moats and bridges, against the tide, Their sandy fortress, they bravely defied.
But summer days, like seashells, fade, Leaving memories, gently laid. The sandcastle crumbles, the sun dips low, But summer's magic, continues to glow.
Though autumn arrives, with colors bright, They'll dream of the beach, bathed in golden light. For summer's surprise, though fleeting and brief, Left joy in their hearts, and sweet relief.
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