Symphony

Strolling along the beach,
I come across a sea shell.
So interesting is its texture.
I stroke it. Kind of feels like glass,
But at the same time, a hard silk.
I put the hole of the sea shell
To my right ear so I can listen.
Sounds like the ocean's waves
Pounding the sides of the cliff and shoreline
Over yonder way.
The first thing I thought,
And this was my biggest impression,
"This sounds like a symphony."
How appropriate, for the surroundings
Soothe the senses much like
The strings of a violin singing
To our hearts' content.
Sea gulls fly every which way,
In no apparent order.
Thus, life is one big symphony,
And we live in one big concert hall.