An Ancient Wondrous Being

There’s an ancient Thing of wisdom In a cavern In the sea; Deep down in murky waters Lying, sleeping peacefully. At times it will awaken Take a travel-contemplation Or perhaps a short vacation To collect new wisdom-seeds. Sometimes it peeks Out from beneath Those liquid silvery waves; Then it dives and waters quiver; Just like diamonds on a river. Then the diamond dancers fold their Crystal wings above its’ head. Throughout umbral brine it searches For others of its’ kind; Often stops to ponder If it’s all that has survived. We may thrill to glimpse it As it bobs amid the waves Of the Okanagan, Loch Ness Or some other distant place. Perhaps its’ mind’s about to burst With the knowledge of the past; After centuries of living In the dark abysmal mass. We humans must not harm it Or let anyone alarm it; For it could be that this dragon Is a wise and gentle thing. Perhaps within its’ heart lie notes That make this planet sing.