The Jellyfish Chronicle

Beneath my tendrils,
The sea has many secrets
And I am the last witness

To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye

Drifting under frozen seas
A last paradise where man has no welcome
Let nature be our shield
The Cold our government

This place where
The Northern lights dance
In honour to the ancestors

For we came before man
And will be here when
Man has gone

Life and death in harmony
With natures will.
Written in the snow everyday