A Capability of Beauty

The warm, salty waves wash away,
Swirling patterns in the sand,
Sending crabs and clams
Burrowing into the rock grains.
The waves churn the sand,
Uncovering, leaving behind,
Delivering small,
Delicate treasures:
Carefully patterned shells,
Splashes of beautiful,
Inky color,
Perfectly curved spirals,
Building up small, strong
Works of nature's art.
Nature experimented with the particles,
Tweaking and sculpting them,
Creating something unique,
Crafting a symbol of the beauty,
The power given to the ocean.
The warm, salty waves wash away,
Displaying the beauty the sea is capable of.
 
Silly posing at the observatory on the Hildene Estate

maelynslavik

VT

14 years old

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