Inside a shell
Inside a shell
Inside a shell
There is the whisper of a wave.
Inside a feather
There is the breath of a breeze.
Inside an ember
There is the memory of a flame.
Inside a rock
There is the murmur of a mountain.
Inside a well
There is the echo of a wish.
Inside a seed
There is the promise of a flower.
Snap those fingers, tap those toes.
Copyright: from The Land of the Flibbertigibbets (Salt, 2011), © John Foster 2011, used by permission of the author