I decided to show my whole poem of shells, hope ya like it. if its to tiny I put it in the notes
Shells I love collecting shells They tell stories And in those stories hold memories And within those memories are secrets Secrets from long ago Every shell is different Just like people no one is the same Some shells are all shiny and clean While others may be dented Scratched Or even broken People are kinda the same Some may be livin the best life When others are still figuring out things These are what tell stories Our dents Our scratches And our brokenness What they don’t tell is who we are It might take a while to figure out Maybe even years There will be bumps There will be scratches Life won’t be easy But we know we can trust in God God the father God the holy spirit He will be our guide Every shell tells a different story What they’ve been through The bumps Cracks Chips Brokenness All show that they have had a rough time In the end they made it They survived If we put our faith in God we’ll make it to All we gotta do is push thru Shells I love collecting shells They hold memories and much more for us to see
