Oh what a pretty little sea shell,
Alone on the sandy shore.
Unsure of its purpose,
Other than to sit still, look pretty,
For absolutely nobody.
Alone it sat, being tempted by waves,
Little waves washing it over, never quite moving it closer
To the oceans dark, soothing depths,
Where it can fall adrift and get lost in the calm sea
But will it ever be washed away?
Fate looms over it like a shadow.
Yet suddenly, one day,
After the pretty little shell gave up,
Lost all hope for a meaning, a purpose to its life,
The shadow moved.
It leaned down, scooping the shell up.
Afraid but curious, it felt a little hopeful.
Two large, big bright eyes stared back.
It was fearful of the unknown, but knew it should wait,
And it found out soon enough what this shadow was.
The little child stood, holding the little pretty sea shell up to its face.
A large smile crossed their face.
It looked excited.
The shell was startled,
And the little one took it home.
There it was set upon a shelf, and whenever someone came in,
They marvelled at the little shells beauty.
Every day, someone did.
Someone noticed, and smiled.
It felt a little more love,
A little more appreciation
A little more purpose.
And so the shell stayed there for many years,
Basking in the love it rightfully deserved.
With it's patience, and though it gave up sometimes,
Everything turned out as it should have.
And although soon enough the little child grew,
And people stopped staring as often,
The little sea shell had found its worth,
And it knew now to love itself.
Even when others forgot to, sometimes.
For it realized, finally, how truly beautiful it really is.