I thank God for the waves

heart beating fast sweat fills his pours

any notion of slowing he ignores

too busy to be tired to young to be exhausted

if he had any concept of time, he had lost it

his sandy fingers work hard to match what's on his mind

with sand and shells and seaweed whatever he can find

he smiles briefly in satisfaction before continuing again

a castle with high walls encircling a cozy den

he gazes back behind him inquisitive with worry

and turns back again reminded of his need to hurry

the walls are built up higher then reinforced beneath 

the grainy town has become the wonder of the beach

water grazes his feet and he shivers in shocked reaction

it makes a silent visit to the tower followed by a polite retraction 

anticipating more to come brings him bitter sweet emotions

he looks back again this time he seems to challenge the ocean

his work has slowed with a focus now put on calculated fortification

his eyes get soft as he gets lost in the scenarios of his imagination

a shiver shoots up his leg all the way to his back

he looks down to sea the water returning to attack

this time the charge stretches to reach around the tower

it removes much of the base with its strong pulling power

it retreats back quickly taking its captives to their dark prison

but in its place another wave to attack has already risen

this one falls short but its warning is heard

and on its way back it gets overlapped by a third

frantically working to repair the damage of the first

fear takes his eyes as he expects the worst

but the third waves comes and knocks him off his feat

and what was a great castle is left a lowly mound of defeat

and so he begins to work again this time he wont fail

he lives his life in vain always working to no avail