Hike alongside the crab

 
In the whispering shallows,
where the waves kiss the shore,
small crabs emerge  
from sandy burrows,
their new world, shells shining,
legs prepared for adventure,  
walk sideways,
an ancient rhythmic dance.
 
Their pincers,  
like miniature swords,
exercised with grace,
as they cross the beach,
a procession of side steps,
each leg a compass needle,
pointing to the horizon,
In search of hidden secrets
under sun-kissed grains.
 
The sand yields
for their determined march,
a printed changeable screen
with delicate features,
and the crabs, oh, the crabs!
They know their way,
navigating life's coastal maze
with unwavering purpose.
 
The eyes, round and watchful,
catch glimpses of the tide  
as it recedes,
revealing treasures in your wake,
shells, pieces of seaweed,
and forgotten dreams.
All waiting to be claimed
by these side walkers.
 
They pass castles
built by children's hands.
Their claws brush
against towers of imagination
and when the moon rises,
fusing silver threads.
The crabs gather,
a silent congregation
under the starlight.
 
Their side trip continues,
a timeless ballet,
through rocky outcrops  
and hidden coves,
they leave no stone unturned,
no unexplored crevice,
their hearts beating sideways
to the rhythm of the sea.
 
And so, dear reader,
next time you walk  
along the coast,
look closely at the sand,
where little trails intersect,
because there,  
in the dance of the crabs,
you will find a story
of side trips,
whispered by the waves.