The golden octopus
Contemplates the cosmos
Dances with the tentacles of time
As the ultimate trip
To be a living thing
In the time of technology
Permeates our souls with wonder
Life moves slowly
A the crustaceans crawl
These crabby types
At war with the world
But the star of the show
Is the glittering splendor
Of love unconditional
The blooming flower
Grown out of the toil
We undertake to make
Ourselves lovable
Be proud of your love
The golden octopus approves
And never will you say
I loved too much