As a child clasping Mother Nature's arm,
I sat on the pristine shore
and was free to build a castle of sand.
When I turned,
the dancing ocean waved in glee,
shaking the legs in ebb and flow.
The sparrows played a perfect tune,
matching the breeze in gentle touch.
In this blue expanse of visual feast,
I was soon lost in thought,
leveling the place where the castle was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem