Jellyfish Drift

Transparent beings, floating free,

Jellyfish glide beneath the sea.

Bell-shaped bodies, soft and round,

Drifting gently, without sound.

Tentacles trail, like ghostly hair,

Capturing prey, unaware.

A stinging touch, a paralyzing sting,

A silent hunter, on the wing.

In hues of blue and green they gleam,

A vibrant sight, a watery dream.

They pulse and throb, a rhythmic dance,

A graceful movement, romance.

Some are small, like tiny bells,

Others large, like living hells.

But all possess a beauty rare,

A wonder of the ocean's lair.

They drift and sway, with currents' might,

A gentle dance, a peaceful sight.

No worries here, no cares or strife,

Just the simple joy of life.

Yet, beneath their beauty's sheen,

A hidden danger, unseen.

Their sting can cause a painful shock,

A warning to all who dock.

So let us marvel at their grace,

But keep a distance, in their space.

For jellyfish, though beautiful to see,

Can be a hazard, wild and free.