Walking on the sandy beach,
I come across a shell.
I’ve been looking for one,
for quite a while.

I pick it up,
but it’s too big for me.
My thoughts have been utopic lately.
Seeing others, give to others.
Smiling, contented and giving.
Why can’t the world always be like this?

Pay attention,
the traffic is getting larger.
Soon a tank of a thing,
picks up the shell I just dropped.

He puts it on.
Soon everyone is lining up.
Biggest to smallest.
The shell he discarded,
picked up and replacing another shell.
Over and over again.

So in the end,
everyone upgraded by giving.

Hermit Crabs.