The leaves flowing in the windDisplaying their green eleganceLike a shard of colored glassThey glisten like stars in the sunlightOnly to be brought downBy the winds solemn touch
Rolling in a vast plain of liquid deathYou feel the aura of perplexityThe ocean is callingIt wants it's next mealThe glistening water is mesmerizingYou want it for yourselfThe ocean seems to growlA growl of hungerYou don't seem to mindThe sea is as deadly as it is beautifulThe growling happens againA grimace appears on the face of the waterLaughing insanelyYou jump inThe ocean claimed it's newest victim
Glowing and BlinkingBobbing and JigglingZapping and YappingJellyfishThe water is surrounded by lightsBioluminescenceVenom coursing through its bodyToxicityGelatinous bodies of mass bouncingLifeLife all around the waterA surreal sight of pure magnificenceNothing quite like the lights of lifeA call back to starsThe jellyfishStars of the sea
Walking through the sand at nightFeeling like an empty jarHunger striking like lightningThe desert taunting meThe Moon laughing at meSand turns into chocolateThe rocks are now fruitsIce cream appears everywhereI eat the chocolate groundOnly to get a handful of sand in my mouthThe grit of shame on my teethBoasting chocolate beforeOnly it's sand nowThe desert has lied to meThere is no foodNo hope left
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
The Winters are so short --I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away --And moving into Pod --Myself -- for scarcely settled --The Phoebes have begun --And then -- it's time to strike my Tent --And open House -- again --It's mostly, interruptions --My Summer -- is despoiled --Because there was a Winter -- once --And al the Cattle -- starved --And so there was a Deluge --And swept the World away --But Ararat's a Legend -- now --And no one credits Noah --