The Pearl

Shells wash up, on the shore, Of textures and patterns - galore, Embedded, in the sands of time, As waves lap up, of a fresh new bind, Children build model castles of sand, Imagination of a king’s march, overland. As the mild froth of seawater, surrounds the fort, Creation of a circle of defensive moat, God forbid, if the attack is fierce, It breaches the castle, with a high wave - pierce. As waters wane at the ebb of the tide, Young hearts search for shells, in their stride, Occasional jubilant moments of surprise, As a pearl glitters, from a shell, prised.