An Oyster Out of Water
I once lived on the Ocean's floor
and then I was harvested, and
left upon it's shores.
Even though I was made of rugged
apparel, signs are left within me
that shows I once made precious
pearls.
Once hidden by the Sea and now
the world can see my mystery.
I dress up gardens and flower
boarders. A new life for an Oyster
out of water.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015
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