THE TREASURE

I found a curling pink shell that captured
The roar of green ocean whispering songs
of Tribes exploring her watery soul
I held it to my heart and remembered
The first time I saw the bright morning star
A pulsing white cross on the horizon
A dazzling butterfly with tattered wings
The lonely hooting of a spotted owl
The scent of pines after the hot desert
The day my father died and returned home
I lifted the pearly shell to my ear
It sang the sweetest song I'd ever heard
I laid it gently in the wet black sand
For you to find and add your song of life