Sand Dollar

Walking along the shore,

wet sand squishes between my toes

as the sea rolls in and coils around my ankles.

I spy a flash of white, buried beneath the dark brown sand.

Carefully I lift a sand dollar from the beach.

Placing it in my palm I marvel at its perfection.

How did it make its way to the shore intact?

Delicate and fragile its looks are deceiving:

Tossed and tumbled, battered by the strong surf,

the sand dollar maintains its beauty with a humble grace~

a life lesson indeed.

© annettealaine-2013

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