The crab that crawls across the sandy beach,
Does live its days in search among the sands,
It skits and slides within the long cove's reach,
But knows not of the view on which it stands.
Days and weeks the lost soul toils and strains,
And acting out his forever long scene,
To search for life's many scattered remains,
While waves of blue crash on, as yet unseen.
Tis sad, this life- a battle to survive,
Upon the sands so far below bright skies,
And in his war of death and life he thrives,
The joy of life yet hid before his eyes.
But as bright day turns to darkend twilight,
The crab looks up to view the priceless sight.