The Sea Shells Poem by Sandra Martyres

As each wave slowly recedes
It leaves behind a few empty shells
All along the winding seashore
These little colorful protective units
Attract and even fascinate almost
Everyone frequenting the seashore
Often they become collectors' items
With Some choosing to string them into
Necklaces and bracelets to adorn
Themselves but none spare a thought
As to what happened to the true owners
Those little sea creatures who lost
Their lives to the treacherous waves when
Even their shells could not save them.