A castle of dreams,
filled with joyful screams
was threatened sometimes,
by the stromy tides..
The tiny hands cried with pain
but made the castle again and again.
Hands begin to hate the tides..
It explained,"it's my nature child."

The castle was vanished,
but the dream was alive.
Awake in the child's eyes..
those eyes never feared the tides
They threatened the waves,
by peeping into their eyes like brave.
The castle made with pillar
of dreams that got bigger..
along with the child,
was never faded again by the tide..🔥