Minimalistic In Shell: WPC

Minimalistic desires, ambitious I’m not

Comfortable in my shell, dumb I’m not

A lazy soul may be,  loser? no, I’m not

Slow traveller may be, dead I’m not

I have a heart, a beat, a dream to tell

But I keep it under the mottled shell

I hide and creep in the grass, tangled moss

Watch water weeds, gleamy ripples shine across