Tide Pools ( a poem of value)

Shallow water
Tides washing the sand from her feet
Her braided hair casts a shadow
As the wind blows it through the sweet sunshine

Fiddler crabs fight for the dominance of the tide pools
She picks up a starfish and casts it back into the ocean

"Life's bitter cruel"
She thought
"Until you find the oceans jewels"
"Who am i but a fool?"
"Walking amongst the tide pools"

The watter was glimmering
She could still taste the salt
On the tip of her lips

She looked up at the clouds
A sky covered in freshly picked cotton
Her gaze then fell towards the horizon

Her attraction reached the colorful sails of the ships
And the seabirds diving for the fish in their nets

She sat and dipped her feet in a tide pool
Running wet sand between her toes
"It's like a small city, much to small for me."
Little fish tickled her ankles
"looking closely there's lots to see!"
she wondered of the importance of these things

She looked back at the sails
out in the deep blue
then back to the pool,
where she rested her feet

She dug a tiny hole with her finger tips
Closing her eyes
Her fascination grows
She wishes she could be apart of the tide pool
But shes afraid she can't follow the rules

"maybe the world is meant to be cruel"
She thought
"I've been searching for nothing but worthless jewels"
"The only thing foolish is the lack of interest"
She stood up and walked over to the next tide pool

Some things small are filled with life
Other things small will cost you a price
She looks to the water
And begins to see
We give value to what we cherish
Value is cherished by fools
All along what she wanted,
Was right there, in the tide pools