SHELL

Delicate fingers
Reaching into the salty foam
A shell's azure rays rise
Pressed firmly against a heaving bosom

Before the setting blaze orange sun
Placed among sandy spires
Protected from the enraged tides
Clawing at the precious treasure

No longer safe
Firm, yet gentle hands
Scopes up the shell
Placed in his pocket

Cherished
Deep within his soul
All his being
Worshipping