The Shell

I wrote this whilst hiking the remote South West Track in Tasmania. I was hiking by myself and hadn’t seen anyone for days.

The Shell
I have in my pocket a shell, It came from the southern seas
 Wherever I go I take it with me, this shell from the southern seas,
 I don't know how long it sat, by the pounding surf, waiting for me

Quietly it lay in this unknown corner of the world,
by the southern seas. 
The pounding surf, the lonely wind.
The cry of a single bird.

This was where it was meant to be.
Now I give you this shell from the southern seas
Similar to the one I carry with me.
Take this shell when you go, and occasionally,
take it out and think of me, 
sitting by the southern sea.