The Snail Shell

An old book on my shelf, I needed to recycle, but I could not find the heart to continue this book's cycle. So I went for a long walk, to think about my choice, recycle something I loved, not hear my inner voice. A snail for many years, had slowly made it's way. But in this world forever, no creature may stay. The snail passed on and left behind it's shell. Left there to rot until into it, a small seed fell. I was walking some time, and sat for a rest. Something caught my eye, something I could not best.  It was a small snail shell, lying on the ground. I picked it up and couldn't believe what I'd found. A small green plant was growing from within, This shell now had life, a new chapter will begin. Nature had recycled something all by itself, In a far more beautiful way than that book sat on my shelf.