how insignificant we are

seashells in a land of sand

surrounded by the bits and broken pieces of others

yet somehow still remaining whole

the waves of the roaring ocean

relentless and never-ending

as the pull of the moon

guides the water towards us 

again and again

some shells 

float through the water

the bits and broken pieces

getting smaller and smaller

until they can no longer be seen

and one by one

They take us away

off to a world unknown 

and unseen by us.