At the bottom of the sea sits a perfectly symmetrical hinged oyster shell
lived in water and land
Inside is a grain of sand
That chosen grain the special one
In to the gap in the shell he has gone
At first it is lonely and dark cant get out
But hes safe from the monsters of the sea no doubt
This tiny grain with sharpened points
Indulges and grows as the shell anoints
He tumbles and roles in the empty shell structure
Gaining some layers and gradual sculpture
After suffering storms and daily sea beatings
Other tiny grains make their short but sweet greetings
In time he strengthens to a bashing hes immune
Finds it hard to roll in an ever shrinking room
The cracks get bigger as the grain takes shape
Institutionalized but ready to escape
Exposed
Triple A graded
Welded
Set and hallmarked
Give us twirl
That grain of sand is now a Pearl.