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The Tip of the Iceberg
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
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
