Wind and Sandcastles

Wind and Sandcastles - By Matthew Holtmeier

There are times when the sea comes rushing in,
And we’re all like seagulls,
Seeking escape.

And when the storm clouds blow,
And the mist nips at our ankles,
Some feel the clearest then,
Others are just cold.

But if it weren’t for the sea,
Its winds and its storms,
We'd all be stuck on the sand,
Each making sandcastles that would last forever,

And,
We’d soon be fighting for a place to land.