The waves crashing at my feet

The sunset up above

This is the place I meet

The true meaning of love

Never have I seen blue so

Or heard loud silence too

As I feel the great, warm glow

I know I will be knew

As my time is nearing close

I look upon the sand

I see a seashell and suppose

I’ll put it in my hand

As I study this new treasure

I think about its life

As a home to many pleasures

And also many a strife

Oh what a story it could preach

Of friends and foes again

And of its life here on the beach

With its host crustacean

After long it has to go

For it grew and became old

It soon needs to part

From the home it used to hold

And as it leaves, the shell grows light

And washes on the shore

For me to find and feel delight

And keep it evermore.