Galapagos

As I munch on some leaves this month, I ponder
what is going on in the world far yonder?
I never really went out of my abode at sea,
merely heard rumours from the whippersnappers
who feed me with glee.

I crawl with my home on my back a few meters today,
in search of new lichens and berries to try.
I've been around for so long, antediluvian they say.
But from my perspective, all the others just move
too fast for me.

Maybe except the big, strong trees in this land—
they look like mushrooms, we converse all the time.
Their hardened bark tells the stories of a bygone past,
and in their presence, I am but a mere babe
hidden in their shade.

Alas, it's time for me to nap. See you soon, maybe in
a few years or so? I do so enjoy the texture of my shell.
I wish I could invite you into it as well.
Farewell for now, pink creature of flesh.
I shall now rest.