I played in the playground of my childhood,
In my compound of land.
Behind the shelter of the logs of wood,
I crafted my own castle of sand.
The jealous wind tried to blow it away
But I embraced it close to me.
As the wind subsided, triumphantly I ran back to play.
From my see-saw, a tragic sight I could see.
My sandcastle was tumbling down.
I could not become a worthy soldier,
But I surely knew that I would have lost interest in the crown
When I would have been a day older.
The sun went home so it was time for me to do the same.
I bounced my way back without any sorrow.
For a new game of hide and seek, the sun would join me tomorrow.
I dreamt this dream through the eyes of a child I once knew.
He once again taught me to celebrate every approaching day.
With chapters of time I thought I had grown up too,
But life has its own way.