The pristine beach sat crowned
With smatterings of pearls,
Lying in waiting inside oysters.
The sky a simple azure,
The winds caressed the sands,
The waters danced
To bring the pearls ashore.
There came an oyster on the sand,
Its was a journey to begin.
Lying behind a curve, as if some hand
Choosing to keep it hidden.
But it would not hide,
It would not rest in peace,
It cared not for the sweeping tide
Or the wind that swayed the trees.
With naught but a sole pearl
As its measure to fame,
It wanted to take its pearl
For glories to claim.
It spoke in a bright clear voice,
Among the sands and the skies:
"I survive on the shore, but I have a choice
To soar with the wind or with the water, rise."
Other oysters clamoured in protest,
The shore raged and heaved.
But the oyster rose on a crest,
A foamy crest, and bid their leave.
It ebbed with the ocean, and flowed
It rose with the wind, and bowed
It reached the sky, and the heavens, proud
Made the little victor into a cloud.