Lesson of the Shells

Shells have always had a strange way of speaking to me. I feel like they represent us in so many ways, and if we take the time, we can learn a lot from them.

Walking down the seashore, digging my toes in the sand. Hearing the crunch of the seashells under my heels. Turning my eyes towards the waves, I see shimmering water rolling towards the shore.

Little seashells
Scattered all about
Each having its own story to tell

Broken shells
Cracked, chipped, torn
Strangely beautiful after rough lives

Whole shells
Polished, clean, complete
Beautiful yet no longer sheltering life

Waves crashing down
Foamy, wet, repetitive
Always taking and and always giving

Maybe these things
All have something to bring
It simply takes an open mind
to shed light on some things.

Reviews

[willweb]

And an open mind to see all that is around and appreciate it. Even broken shells are beautiful in their own way. Really nicely done.