On top of the world, beaming, I stood
Staring into the distance, as far as I could
I saw vast expances of barren land.
Laughing uncontrolably, I held up my hand
And planted my green flag of victory
At the peak of the mountain, so everyone could see.
Proudly I looked up, my throat dry
I looked up to the all pervasive sky
Posessed by a feeling of chaotic peace
I lifted my left foot, bending my knees.
To the entire world, my acomplishment I displayed
Atop the mountain, balancing, I stayed.
At that poignant moment, brimming with emotion,
I failed to notice my precarious position
A huge gust of wind blew me off my feet.
At that instant, victory didn´t seem too sweet.
I sailed downwards at a tremendous pace
Glancing at my father´s worried face...
My intrepid father made a crude leap in haste
To save me from my cruel fate.
¨Careful, kid,¨ he calmly said,
¨You´d have fallen and broken your head.
It´s very late, time to go home.¨
Did he understand my frustration -
No, I don´t think he did.
It´s hard, being a three-year-old kid.
From my father´s shoulder, I turned and stared
(Though my broken pride could never be repaired)
Wistfully at the crowded beach...
My sand mountain had gotten crushed...
An insensitive person had stepped on it...
Great boulders (little pebbles) lay scattered around...
And my flag of victory – the little green leaf
Had been stolen by a diabolical thief.
But no, I was wrong, the flag was there,
Torn to shreads and floating in the air.
I tried to maintain my composure...
But in vain... I burst into tears...
In despair, tossed my head
To look at the sky...
Father said : I´ll get you some peanuts, don´t cry.
