A Fleeting of Beauty

Walked across a pretty flower, thought I'd hold it in my hand

So I knelt down as to grab it, but the flower turned to sand

Tried to carve it as a castle, walls and towers, gates and moat

But the tide washed it away, I had to chase it down by boat

So I dove below the tide, to the bottom of the sea

To restore my pretty castle, try to quell its tragedy

But the castle was no more, and in its place a wooden chest

So I swam back to shore, inside I found a golden nest

Filled with golden little eggs, and so I bought a golden cage

With a golden little perch, just like a golden birdy stage

Though the eggs they never hatched, no they burst into a flame

And although there were no ashes, all the smoke I did contain

In a sky light blue balloon, but I think I'll save my string

Can't try to tie the flower down. Balloon. Flower. Same thing