Mother of Pearl

Oh, oyster your tight shell beckons in a mystery of your oval pristine walls wherein you caress nacre gel over node liquid spreading so slowly from nature's painting palette becoming a delicate dot so fiercely held between rippled ribbons of moss colored flesh gripping the yet revealed Oh lovely Pearl Will it be green or palest pink? Perhaps a silver or black one? White a favorite only followed by creamy gold that seems to shout to the world "I am nature's best" Oh lustrous oyster your gift to mankind so simple and round the embellishment of crowns Oh lovely Pearl To release you from shell will end the life cycle of Mother Oyster whose wave rocking cradle will stop... Years creating gone in an instant You will be the legacy of time with breathtaking beauty, a treasure to behold from beneath the sea a new world awaits you Oh lovely Pearl