Beneath my tendrils, <br />The sea has many secrets <br />And I am the last witness <br /> <br />To ships that sink <br />To gulls that die <br />To hear the whales that cry <br />To see the births, <br />Far away from man's eye <br /> <br />Drifting under frozen seas <br />A last paradise where man has no welcome <br />Let nature be our shield <br />The Cold our government <br /> <br />This place where <br />The Northern lights dance <br />In honour to the ancestors <br /> <br />For we came before man <br />And will be here when <br />Man has gone <br /> <br />Life and death in harmony <br />With natures will. <br />Written in the snow everyday<br /><br />Steven Cooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jellyfish-chronicle/
