In my secret forest
at the bottom of my garden
I discovered a shell
It was empty
Yet when I held itat the bottom of my garden
I discovered a shell
It was empty
to my ear
It was full of life
The swirling ocean
rushing, roaring, crashing
to the shore
The shriek of a gull
soaring, gliding, searching
with watchful greedy eye
The whistling of the windrushing, roaring, crashing
to the shore
The shriek of a gull
soaring, gliding, searching
with watchful greedy eye
whipping up the sand
salty grittiness stinging my eyes
Oh no!
I quickly dropped the shell
and all was calm again
I licked the salty tearand all was calm again
dislodged by the sands
of my imagination
Rubbed my red rimmed eyes
which dared to believe
I had swam in the ocean
held my face up to the breeze
swung my arms and danced
along the beach
rejoicing in my freedom
In my secret forest
at the bottom of my garden
a shell lay silent
a gift from the sea
longing for me
to pick it up once more
and let the genie free.
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