We dig our feet into the sand
We scoop and lift with our hand
Something firm, something round –
What mysterious thing have we found?
At the beach, loads of shells
“It’s not that!” the Little One yells
“It’s small. It’s round. It’s smooth and swirly;
A tornado of colours, brown and blurry –
A snail shell! THE BEST DAY EVER!”
Like pirate’s gold, he deems it treasure
Ocean lovers leave delighted
Let’s dig again, when reunited
Little One (5 yrs) & Esti Stoian, 2020