Love and Beauty

Seashells

Searching for some seashells,
I walk along the beach;
The waves they come a-crashing,
Crashing at my feet:

Suds and swarms of bubbles,
Tickle all my toes;
The sand begins to quiver;
The seashells tremble slow;

And for the smallest moment,
All is calm and all is still—
Till a second wave comes crashing,
Taking all that’s real:

It takes away the seashells;
It takes away the sand;
Including what is under,
The ground on which I stand.

What if the roaring thunder
Of the waves did take me in?
Would it be a tragic moment,
Or a peace found deep within?

For now it’s just a wonder,
Of where the waves have been;
Of where they all are going;
Of where they all begin.

All I know is seashells go
With the mighty waves;
And I would too—I’d sail the blue!
If only I were brave.

Searching for some seashells,
I walk along the beach;
The waves they come a-crashing,
And I stay out of reach.