sandbox

Gritty world of limited time and space
The simple purview, that youthful place.
Not merely dirt but landscape too.
A small place apart for you.
Special arena where fantasy will do.
Like childhood through the hourglass
Silicone memories continue to pass.
Sculpted impermanent in a fluid medium
Change is the inevitable outcome.
Then one lonely day, the prince and princess
Come not hither for their grimy process.
They are grown, all gone and away,
So the sandbox idles till another day,
When another royal clan digs in deep
On the day they come to play for keeps.