When we see the tip
of the iceberg,
One thing that we
know
Is there is
more--much, much more--
Iceberg down below.
The moon shines on
the tip of the iceberg
Creating a silvery
sheen
Of gossamer, or
sometimes even
A heap of velveteen.
Beating down on the
mountain of ice,
The rays from the
glorious sun
Melt the surface.
But in the meantime,
Damage can be done.
If you approach the
iceberg, you
Approach what's
"forbidden."
The dangerous part
is not what you see,
But rather the part
that's hidden.
The shadowy base of
the floating mountain
Hidden from your
view
Murmurs, "If
you get too close,
There's a surprise
for you."
The monolithic,
towering berg
Will melt
eventually,
And gone will be the
dangers that
We weren't supposed
to see.
Until it melts, be
attentive.
Don't be deceived
By bluster and
appearances
Not to be believed.
(8-29-17) By Bob B
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