Her small hand reaches out

And into the hot sand,

Pulling out a fragment of a shell.


It was a dark blue shell.

She imagined it was the same color

As the darkest part of the sea.


She sat from her crouch,

And studied the shell a bit as

Her wide eyes widened even more.


The small hand pressed it to her ear,

And she heard soft words.

Words her young mind did not understand.


But her heart and hand knew

Those words were important,

And they were persistent.


She felt the pressure of the

Shell increase against her ear,

And suddenly, the words were clear.


She understood and wrote

Them in the sand,

Waiting for the world to understand.