Shell

I am a shell
On the bottom of the ocean floor
Used and abused all the time
I travel from place to place
Only to be used as a home
Or plucked from the sea to be used as a decoration
Some people think I'm beautiful
Others think I'm appaling to look at
But I am so much more
If you listen to me you can hear the waves overlap the earth
You can hear my story
How I survived and made the most of what I had
I am a shell
And even though I may not be the prettiest one
My story makes me beautiful