The Desolate Escargot Poem by Aufie Zophy

On a deserted beach, a desolate escargot lay helpless in shallow water.
It observed the extravaganza of a dancing crab in a breaking wave
It could see the amazing shades of green on the forest on the shore
It was not moved by the dance, nor by the colors.

It was not until a deep thought coming from far away
entered his little escargot brain,
that it managed to shake off the sadness.
What was the deep thought?