A sea shell shining on the ground, looking perfectly
Shiny and round. Upon holding it in your hand, devoid now of
Water and sand. The glow, the luster, will go away.
For time will pass and perfection will appear to stray.
But if the moment is just right and the proper ingredients
Are in sight,

You can see the qualities that were admired,
Taken for granted they only tired.

All things in life
Are this way, perfection appears not to stay.
In reality this is not true. It is the same way you
Once knew.

Separate from all the clutter that does
Abound and admire the sea shell on the ground.