Shells

On the beach is where I’m found,
Spread amongst the morning skies,
Hugged by the water, some say drowned,
Hidden in the sand, a beautiful disguise.

My friends are exotic, fragmented and delicate,
With crushed, smooth colours, rigid in shape,
Exquisite patterns are quite evident,
What a special way to promote this landscape.

We are as beautiful as the sunsets on the water,
We are the art of the oceans,
Always gathered on the border,
Of our home, our devotion.

Adventure awaits for us, it will begin soon,
Pushed and swept by the flustering winds,
Back and forth, travelling from dawn until the glistening moon,
Until the new day begins.