Song of the Seashell
A seashell sits atop a shelf
Gathering dust and so forlorn
A child comes and leans in close
To hear the seashell mourn
She picks it up and holds it close
Listens with keen ear
As the ocean in a seashell
Sings a song for her to hear
Upon a time so long ago
I rested in the sand
But alone I was for I am not
A creature of the land
Day-by-day I waited
Resting on the beach
Yearning for the day to come
When the sea I'd finally reach
You see I wanted to rejoin
The waters of the deep
So with a hopeful heart I'd watch
The tides begin to creep
The tides would rise and I would hope
As the waters lapped the land
To fell the ocean but all I felt
Was the soaking of the sand
Countless days I waited
With a hopeful heart I'd yearn
Then one day something happened
The waves began to churn
The sky grew dark and yellow
As the winds began to howl
Seagulls screeched above the roar
And the waves were on the prowl
Torrents of rain slashed through the sky
And the waters ravaged the earth
It was on that day that I learned
How cruel the ocean's mirth
For on that day the ocean played
A terrible joke on me
The waters grabbed and bruised my form
Then flung me from the sea
I was battered and and broken, cut to the core
I wept into the ground I lay
Days flew by when a little girl came
And said she wanted to play
She picked me up and cradled me
In the palm of her small hand
Then she took me far away
Way across the land
That little girl was you
I sing to you my sorrow
For though the ocean hurt me
I'd return to it tomorrow
The seashell's song began to fade
And the small girl wiped her eyes
With a loving gaze she looked down
Said her sad goodbyes
In trembling hands the seashell journeyed
Far across the land
Till the girl knelt down and nestled it
Between the grains of sand
When the tides rose the seashell waited
As the waters met the shore
Then they came and picked it up
To part again no more
Now you know next time you hear
The ocean in a shell
It's the song of that first seashell
It's very own story to tell
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