I walk along the coast
As mid-summer sun roasts
My skin to golden brown
With my sheets burning down.
My footprints on the sand
Are washed away by the ocean
Visiting the land thru trough and crest
Together with the treasured chests.
Waves are coming back and forth
From south, east, west, and north.
From all directions my footprints are gone
Until with walking, I'm finally done.
I could have made a sand castle.
It could have made a good battle
Against the summer waves that flush
My little footprints in a rush.