30 September 2015

Seashells by the Seashore


I am "I live, I crawl, I love" 
Free as wind, wild as fire
In spending my days in the ocean’s arms
Comes my story, more than meets the eye

Now and then I crave for new
Abode to fit my growing limbs and toes
Some shells that snails leave far behind
Second-hand home for me to thrive

See, I never had a shell I own
But still I live the way I love
Though I don't settle for one true home
My loyalty for nature is strong as the sun

So don’t you judge and call me things
That I am not, cos I won't yield
Things just come and go
I need to move on to be alive

But too, sometimes, I'm afraid  that I
Would one day lose this shelter I outgrown to love
It may soon break, wither, or crack
Or someone else claims this shell I’m at



PHOTO  taken at Diguisit Coral Beach, 3rd of May 2014
WORDS lifted from circa 2006