Shell Struck


O, nameless wonder of the deep,
What ageless secrets do you keep?
Did you ever have to sleep
Upon a bed of sand?

I know you never won a race,
Considering your snailish pace,
But now you win a prize for grace
While resting on my hand.

A diver saw your shining shell
And knew that you would quickly sell
And have great mysteries to tell
To children here on land.

Six spiraled arms, a galaxy
In miniature found in the sea.
I hear you whispering to me
The secrets of the sand.


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