On the beach bits were sharp with old shells

Sand dry as dust cushioned our feet

In  a rock pool we saw the starfish

I'd never seen anything so neat

 

I've often thought of that creature

Its wonderful colourful ways

Moving at its own pace, shimmering,

In a mysterious starfish haze

 

Soon we saw another, from a family of gems

We stared and discussed Nature's pride

Wondering how they got in there

Before we remembered the tide

 

I've often thought of those creatures

Their wonderful colourful ways

Moving at their own pace, shimmering

In a mysterious starfish haze

 

No fins no scales no goggle eyes

Just beautiful serene and ever so wise

 

I've often thought of those creatures

Their wonderful colourful ways

Moving at their own pace, shimmering

In a mysterious starfish haze