If nudists were the world's queen and king,
And the entire land was warm and flowing sand,
We'd all live in a beach castle
Learning to dance and sing
Au naturel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I once knew a poet who liked to include sand in his offerings. But this is curiously enchanting; made me suppose a whole race of aliens grandfathered on some other world who perfected the art of building castles in sand to a high degree. Thanks for making me think.. :)