Walking along the shore
The sand kissing my feet
The waves lapping and nipping
Erasing my footsteps as I walked by.
I walked towards the Sun
Mottling the sky in reds and blues
Scattering the clouds
As he left for his nightly abode.
As the waves receded yet again,
It pricked at my feet
I looked down and saw
Its patterned shell.
A sea shell, formed over the years,
Hiding a life, nurturing it
Then setting it free
To wander the halls of spirits.
As I walked back,
I held it to my ear
Its preserved melody,
The eternal song of the sea.
- in response to this prompt, http://poetryprompts.tumblr.com/post/178349534956/write-a-poem-about-picking-up-seashells.