Little Oysters

Imagine.
100s and 1000s spread out through out the sea. 
all with a hard shell that hides their insides. 
you search and search for one thats special. 
you know which one. the one with a pearl.
 but you cant just go around opening them all up and seeing which one has the pearl you want.
 you have to make a choice. 
and make it good. take a chance. 
you spend so much time searching for the one.
 and you find one. 
maybe it's the one. 
perhaps this one has the pearl you want. 
you try to open it.
 you break a sweat.
 it's hard to open. 
you are afraid to hurt the creature. 
for its not it's life you want.. 
it's that wonderful pearl. 
you try and try to pry it open.
 nothing. 
so you wait.
 it will open sooner or later.
 you wait day and night by it's side. 
hoping it will at least take a peek then that night comes. 
the time you have been waiting for it opens up.
 you look at it. 
and what do you see?. 

there are 100s and 1000s of us in the ocean.
 not all of us have somthing that someone wants.
 but they do not know whether we have it or not.
so they take a chance on us.
 they try to open us up. 
see whats inside. 
but we are to afraid to let them in.
 we have somthing to protect.
 somthing of value. 
and we can not let them get a hold of it. 
that after all is all they want. but just to get it.
 they will wait. night and day spend time by our sides hoping that we open up.
 we grow tired of hiding.
 and we...
 just for a second... 
open.
 they take advantage. 

nothing. 
not one thing.
 what a waste. 
what a shame. 
hour after hour .
 watching. 
waiting. 
and nothing.
 wasted time.
 just discard it.
 it's usless to have it around,


 and when they see that nothing I have is of value to them they will go away. 
destroy me. 
and go out looking for more of us. 
perhaps there is a chance.
 maybe they will not kill us. 
maybe they will return us to our home.
 to be happy.