In the beginning,
The ocean gave us Seashells,
Her babies.
We treated them kind and gentile.
As the divine gift.
She was pleased in the way we were treating her own.
So she gave us more.
In the present day,
The seashells are broken
forgotten
And thrown on the beach like they were nothing.
Mother Ocean senses this.
And when we leave the divine gift in the sand,
She swoops in and takes her babies back.
She keeps swooping in for she is blind.
But instead,
She takes the candy wrapper you threw on the beach yesterday.
The ocean gave us Seashells,
Her babies.
We treated them kind and gentile.
As the divine gift.
She was pleased in the way we were treating her own.
So she gave us more.
In the present day,
The seashells are broken
forgotten
And thrown on the beach like they were nothing.
Mother Ocean senses this.
And when we leave the divine gift in the sand,
She swoops in and takes her babies back.
She keeps swooping in for she is blind.
But instead,
She takes the candy wrapper you threw on the beach yesterday.
-Jackson Schneider
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