Exultation

You were at the shoreline leaping waves

as they crashed forward at your feet

calling out in jubilation.

Your small hands darted into the receding water,

gathered shining shells, treasures glinting,

and raised your face in exultation.

You dug a hole in the cool umbrella-shaded sand

with a deep blue cockle shell that dwarfed your hand,

frantic with a curious elation,

and when you struck water beneath, splashing with your little feet,

there was pure wonder in your shining eyes

as your laughter sang your exultation.