Shells Poem by Ima Ryma

We are the shells that wash ashore.
From all the seven seas we come.
We're empty now but once held more
Of live sea creatures to and from
Their time and place, each one to be
An example of nature's worth,
Part of food chain reality
Down beneath the watery Earth,
Where the sea creature life falls prey
To predator leaving we shell.
With the sea tides we tend to stray,
Until upon some shore we dwell.

We are the shells of lives now gone,
Like the bones that humans were on.