Tide Pools ( a poem of value)
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"
"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"
"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