" Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are 'patches of godlight' in the woods of our experience."

Monday, September 29, 2014

 Jellyfish, jellyfish

Oh, to be like you

To feel the peace 

Of living 

Under the sea.

To float all day

Not a worry or a care

Not a moan or a groan

 Yet you float



Peacefully under the sea.

Maybe you sink to the bottom

Or rise to the top

You do not toil away the day

But float



Under the sea.

You look so soft

And squishy

But that is only a disguise

Until someone gets close

And then you sting.

So maybe we are more alike

Jellyfish, jellyfish.

On the outside 

I appear soft

But if you get too close

Watch out,

I might sting.