Overseas Visitor

I sat alone by the sea when a snail waved to me. She politely asked “Is this seat free?” “Why yes,” I said, “ certainly.” “I've traveled forth all lifelong seeking somewhere to belong. I've sought wide and sought long for a place to sing my song." We sat a while companionably and watched the waves absently. When I again glanced amicably, her abandoned shell lay silently. Holding her empty shell to my ear. I heard her message most sincere Sounds of the sea resounded clear – "Thanks to you, I sing my song here!"