Thank you so much, Crispina, for your Creative Challenge!

Tale of a Snail

A little umbrella,

By the sea,

Watching the waves passing by,

There, goes wind, carrying me,

There I fly,

Deep into the sand,

There comes a big cruel human,

She picks me up in her hand,

And breaks my shell.

Down, I fell,

Broken.

There goes my last silent cries,

Dying,

As the wind passing softly by the shore.

The little umbrella nods softly,

the little waves lap softly,

And my little shell is thrown again.

The human is not interested anymore.

After thoughts:

The picture really brought me back memories of beaches… I, myself, love to collect sea shells, but only of dead beings. There are people, I know, though, who just kill these little snails and oysters just for “fun” and then throw it away when bored. I really believe those people must be punished.