the Lion's Might

Deep red line across the horizon

Quietly sleeps a lion

Soon the clouds will make their appearance

The winds will make their interference

Everything must surely fear

Everything will shed a tear

Whimpering animals hiding in their homes

Ants race down a garden gnome

Plants begin to shake and quiver

While bees begin to shiver

A cold sweeps across the land

A salamander is on some sand

The deep red line suddenly hides

The blackness never goes on two rides

Here it is

It does not miss

All life closes up its door

How unfortunate for the poor

Some are left to fight

And they wish they could see the light

The lion awakes and roars

Soon the blackness soars

It leaves them all in light

And everyone sees the lion's might

Reviews

[Abigail]

Wonderful poem! I didn't know this until recency but the female lion is actually the one that hunts LOL.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

In the true sense of the word. Soothing, gentle images and wonderful language.