How could I shake thee? Brake thee?
Little shell, little royalty. Abandon thy tubiformity? Not.
I’ll spare you of my collection.
Encased, embraced in subtle darkness;
You happily abide within the shadow of your covering.
I’m glad you’re free from the weight of this Sun and bullish ray,
Its quite treacherous on this Sun drawn day you know. Raining heavy light everywhere you turn with inescapable ray. But you, seashell, can remain hidden under the canopy of your dwelling. Tis the wisdom of the maker I suppose.
Say seashell, aren’t you lonely? By yourself all the time?
Of course you’re not. The ever expanding sea of sand is your abundant companion, encompassing your every move, angle, groove. Every mottled grain stands by you.
I respect you.
So long seashell…