The Sands of Time

Here, delivered to us on the shore, is this creature of the deep,
Washed up on the sands of time.
Its aquatic journey of life ended by the whirling currents of the torrent sea.
Each miniscule line in its spiral representing each day, hour or minute of its life.
The last few of them chipped an broken by the harsh crash of the waves and the thumping stomps of avid athletes.
Its barnacles, in anger,m have become sharp and rigid,
Attacking the mouths of the gulls trying to move their humble home again.
Walls once so beautiful, now stained by thge decay of sea moss that's been baked by the summer sun.
This once invincible masterpiece of nature has been called back by its creator,
For it has served us its life in beauty.

(This is old, don't judge!)