Sea shell

I walked along the beautiful sand,
Just waiting to find the one.
The one I will take home,
The one beautiful and rare.
I sat down with my baby sister,
Digging and digging the sand.
But we had no luck,
But the digging was fun.
We walked some more along the sand,
Until I saw the one
All alone like an orphan,
Covered in particled sand,
Oddly shaped,
Yet so beautiful with a hole on top,
Beautifully patterned.
When I picked it up
It was frail like a butterfly,
Once buried under the sand
Now home with me,
On a chain close to me.