there's more to life than books, you know

How could You not know the ocean,
a pure spring a deep well ringed round
with the rolling deep, dark
as kelp and stinging salt?
Your body is there too, Bright One,
pounding force of the waves and foam soft as milk. green You are,
but not just the land
buzzing like a plucked string a swarm of bees,
iron forge and soft wet sod
No, green You are
as the rock beneath
Your fire the star at the earth's center
drinks deep of the peat-black sea.