Washing ashore, many shells tumbling over themselves and each
other, little tokens of life that often are saved and cherish-
ed by children throughout the years.
Wondering at times how many shells need to be taken out of the
ocean before the water level goes down, if all the shells were
thrown back would the level of it rise again to it's prior level?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem