White seashells

Now I am taking a walk along the shore; I can see the blue sky and the sun Painting a golden haze over the water; I can smell the fresh air; It is always different when you smell along the shore; The sand is smooth and I can sense it Cuddling my feet; There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair As I walk and leave footprints behind me; I see a seashell; I bend and pick it up; It is white with some creamy lines; I enjoy its smooth surface, In the tip of my finger; I am taking it with me today; In fact I am here just for them; They are small, They are elegant, They come once in a while with the tide And I enjoy picking them up; In fact there are times, I wait for days to pick one of them; It takes long, But when I have the seashell in my hand I enjoy it; It is like sniffing the perfume, I enjoy most Or splashing earth color in the palette; Some days, I wait for days, To pick up a seashell But when I do, it is worth the time;