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.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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