The Lost Pearl

A dark sea side lad had his day
Galloped by the shore and no dismay
Sinking sun gleamed on some shells
As if diamonds on an endless tray

He caught them shining all in swirls
Emanating from it were seen the curls
Throned among the brights, the brighter
The boy picked up the queen of pearls

He smiled and laughed and then he cried
As if a porter got a princess bride
His amusements and joys were not to keep
Exhibited it to all in inflated pride

The ripples settled but took awhile
When saw sights with envy and guile
Secretly enjoyed his gorgeous jewel
The pearl was treasured beneath a pile

Grew assured of the prized possession
His admiration turned into obsession
Thankfulness sneaked out of the heart
As if he deserved that gift of ocean

Ominous a night announced the pain
It came in storming in the rain
Writhed around his thatch ashore
Digging the sands he cried again