The moon whispers a secret lingo
as it commands the tides to rise
the glimmery sand falls apart
as the castles fail to stand
A lost turtle wanders through the shore
washed over but, still finds its way out
As the sun makes an appearance
only to disappear as the clouds take him in
Big rocks covered in moss
small patches missing
a sign of the battle it has been in for ages
A battle to win over the sea
The moon whispers a secret lingo
as it commands the tides to fall
The sand not brittle now
and the castles will stand
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