under the cloudy mesmerizing skies,
reflecting vast ocean,
far away from it,
on a mountain cliff,
somehow a sea conch found itself.

At some point in time,
it was one within the ocean,
but it no longer matters how they surrounded one another,
the rush, the caress, the spill
the push aside from the brine on the shore;
kids walking along there found it and started playing with it;
one threw it so far and hard that,
the pitiful conch ended up on the mountain cliffside
and now it sits far away but look!
cruelty of fate,