Short Poem That I Am Working On...Any Suggestions?

All That Has Been Given

Plastic pails and salty cheeks
Sandy hands dig deep.
Eager eyes pile towers high,
And barricade the sea.

Determined waves
Charge at the gates
Splashing the plastered castle walls
Muddy mortar crashes thick,
To mounds that line the moat.

The king’s knees rub raw
And fingers week,
The sun burns pink along his back,
Stacking sand at the waters edge
Desperate to keep
The world he’s built
Strong beneath his feet.

“Forgive the tide”,
The Queen whispers quiet,
“Surrender your pockets full of shells”.
Kneel down and give the ocean back,
All that has been given.