the waves push the shell towards the sand,
the flippers move not stopping until on the land,
pushing along slowly leaving a trail,
reaching the soft dry spot which she cannot fail,
digging a hole with a flipper digging deep,
then turning over the hole so steep,
laying eggs which are soft and round,
then covering the hole so they cant be found,
she moves slowly back towards the water to swim,
just as the light of the sunset begins to dim.

my life i value from each day i live,
i feel the happiness when i give,
i love equally over the broad range,
when i think of this i feel strange,
no one thing defines what i have done,
but my purpose is that i try to have fun,
bring a day of constant rain,
if it floods i will unplug the drain,
being there when im in need,
don't worry about that wound because ill be the one to bleed.

rain on my shoulders in drops that spray,
the darkened sky showing sunset gone away,
running water soaks into the shoes,
standing between them of which to choose,
one in the peripheral vision of each eye,
none see a tear in the middle as i cry,
anger in one and sadness the other,
neither an emotion i can recover,
holding out both hands to start,
why don't you both just rip me apart,
straight down the middle i break,
but the heart is on the left to take,
who is left as i look behind,
now there is three i begin to find,
turning once more as another in front stands,
sharing can be too much no one understands,
more step from behind to show,
as the number of them all grow,
overwhelming to a crowd all dependent on me,
if i serve all of you then how can i be,
the last drop of rain knocks me down,
weak as i reach up as now ill drown.