Creation at work

Collecting sea shells from the grains of sand,
Sands spread over miles of land,
Glistening gleefully, in golden rays of sun
Presenting a spectacle so delectable, so fun..


Each shell unique in itself
Each with a story to tell
Each alive with the song of creation,
With alacrity deep in heart..
I stoop to collect these souvenirs left on land


Some were big, some small, some just pieces..
some played in the surging waters while others lay still..
some wore the milky whiteness of the foaming waves,
some bore the earthly tinge of churned sand grains..


I 'll carry these shells with me
With me to the the unknown lands,
I'll always treasure..
This treasure from the ocean deep,
This gift from the depths of time..
A sublime symbol of creation at work..


Another one of an old poem, The apt image should have been a sea shell, this image could render itself for footprints in the sand.. or memories. May be later..

creative inputs srk!