Little Brielle

Little Brielle set off with her shovel and pail,
At the shore of the vastest, bluest sea.
The clouds of the sky seemed to merge with ships' sails,
And when the tide crept at her toes, Brielle would flee.

Little Brielle set up camp far from the tide's reach,
And dug her plastic shovel into the soft, golden beach.
She said "I'll build a sandcastle fit for the finest queen.
It will be the biggest, grandest castle you've ever seen!"

Little Brielle dug dug dug, up to her elbows in sand.
Her eyebrows gravitated towards each other while she worked,
And she looked so charmingly serious, shovel in hand,
And when the sand did not go her way she sweetly seemed irked.

When suddenly, through the sand she'd shifted away,
Little Brielle could see stars though it was day.
She looked in the hole that was like a tide pool,
But did not find shells, sea urchins, or a fish school.

Little Brielle saw in the hole that she had made,
What looked like the vast depths of outer space.
There was a nebula cloud with colors of every shade,
With swirling tendrils of dust that seemed fine as lace.

Little Brielle wondered, "What if it sucks me in?
Then I'd have to start my castle all over again!"
So she pushed sand over the puddle of space, hid it away,
Turned her back to the spot and continued with her play.