In the land of sandbox dreams, where children play,
Under the sun's golden, warm embrace, they sway.
Brotherly love, their hearts did embrace,
Innocence and laughter in this sacred space.
But one fateful day, a quarrel did arise,
Over toys and treasures, a bitter compromise.
Who had more of the box? They couldn't agree.
Tensions are rising, with hearts filled with dissension.
A missing boy, a puzzle in their midst,
His absence cast shadows, a poignant twist.
With him, more of the box they'd surely find,
Yet unity and friendship were left far behind.
Then, a chilling realization, they came to see,
All were gone, vanished, like whispers on the sea.
No more disputes, no battles to ignite,
But a chilling emptiness in the fading light.
The sandbox, once vibrant, now stood forlorn,
No laughter, no play, no children reborn.
They looked on in silence, hearts heavy with pain,
Wondering where they'd gone, their friends in the rain.
Loneliness engulfed them, a bitter despair,
In the absence of friendship, they found no repair.
The lesson learned too late, in the space,
The value of unity in this sacred place.
In sandbox dreams, a poignant tale is told,
Of brotherly love, more precious than gold.
Let not squabbles divide; in the end, we must see,
In togetherness and love, our true destiny.