Once upon a time, on the ocean’s shore,
There was a beautiful shell that you couldn’t ignore.
It was the color of a distant horizon line,
When the sun sets beyond it and daylight is dying.
It’s been carried, once, by many things,
Within it were echoed the sounds of the seas.
And within it are whispers of things yet to pass,
It sees each blooming flower and each broken mast.
Yet these wisdoms go unknown.
The shell was cracked, these thing unshown.
Now no one knows what’s yet to be,
Just another shell within the sea.
Perhaps one day, though now impaired,
It is needed and repaired.
But now it drifts from shore to shore,
Leaving one to find one more.
Carried there along the tide,
The world’s secrets locked inside.