The Seashell Seeker

He went where his wobbly feet took him
Uncaring of length and directions.
Watched over by his mother with vim
With a smile and heart full of cautions.

Everyday he'd land on a shore farther
Than the day and the year previous.
Each day he'd collect a pebble smoother
To the world of shells oblivious.

But it wasn't long before he found one,
An amazingly smooth Mollusc shell.
And with it a strong inclination
To all mysteries coastal unravel.

He grew up proud and well resourced,
With worthy knowledge and collection
Best of the beach and entire shore,
Having roamed its each-every section.

Until one day a girl new in town
Found a seashell as big as a mouse.
He shattered it and buried in ground
After stealing it from her own house.

She cried for days and looked all around.
He regained his rank but not his pride.
Until one day a true mentor he found.
On a seashell-seller he relied.

He grew up to be as good as him.
And found himself wondrous relics.
He gave her a shell with an alike trim
And confessed his deed apologetic.

The little girl now tall and pretty
Smiled at him and took in hers his hand
And softly slipped him something nitty,
A small round pearl shining bright bland.