Jellyfish // by Ashlee H. (April 2018)

Floating through a water paradise.
Clear and cool, surrounded by its tribe.
Twirling in dainty circles quite nice,
it twirls away, the water its guide.

Through day and night with no others in sight.
Around and round it goes,
floating alone, floating towards the light.

Suddenly, scarily
it’s flung up to the sun.
It flies through the air,
coming down was no fun.

Wind beats on its head
while it becomes so dry.
But then it's plucked up from the sand,
held gently in tiny hands.

The world starts to grow darker,
the face becomes blurry,
as it dries up in the sun,
in paradise no longer.