Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Shells

We are the shells that wash ashore.

From all the seven seas we come.

We're empty now but once held more

Of live sea creatures to and from

Their time and place, each one to be

An example of nature's worth,

Part of food chain reality

Down beneath the watery Earth

Where the sea creature life falls prey

To predator, leaving we shell.

With the sea tides we tend to stray,

Until upon some shore we dwell.

We are the shells of lives now gone,

Like the bones that humans were on.