Songs of wisdom from the westward sea,
A Mermaid sang her melody,
Let not your heart be sad with care,
For miracles are everywhere!

Come walk with me at break of day
Where Seagulls fly and Dolphins play,
Stir up the lost shells from the deep,
Evict surprises sands can’t keep.

Gather cracked ones tossed aside,
Accept what comes beneath the tide,
Bright crustaceans chipped from life
Want to shine, not once, but twice!

Such fire ablaze within my heart,
Faith, hope, and love she did impart,
Thus my story I shall tell,
How mermaids rescue needy shells.

Gather whole ones just for fashion,
Accent here and there to ration,
Textured stripes and colored hues,
Purple shades of different blues.

Angel Wings, Sand Dollars more,
Add culture to my sculpture’s core,
Mused a while upon the deep,
I prayed the Lord, my soul to keep.

Night had passed; I had awakened,
Inside my beach house I was shaken,
At dawn I stood in fearless wonder,
All through the night my mind had thundered!

Pink barnacles and soft sea glass,
Things I’d found but could not pass,
Made a clown called Dancing Bear,
With wobbly eyes and sea weed hair!

As midnight hours turned into day
My jewels I crafted while I play,
When waves burst high into the sky,
I sang and shouted, “It is nigh!”

I found a need and cast my bread
By giving life to what was dead,
Restoring joy with tossed out shells,
Wind chimes I made with such detail.

I think by now that you should know
Why mermaids never do grow old,
Her gifts aren’t given for her to hold,
For giving keeps her young and bold!