Today I use the wolf in my poem
because it is an endangered species
also. Especially in Wyoming, Idaho &
Alaska. Their slaughter is
never ending & sad. Who are we
to say that they don't have a right
to live?!
This poem is about us all living
together..with respect for the other.
Cloud's hide the sun this day Sun rays shoot out anyway All as the sun lowers to touch the mountain tops Such beauty causes her breath to stop As she sits there on a pasture so grassy green He walks up completely unseen His massive shadow envelopes her His love and safety is here to conquer His massiveness is not scary She has no reason to be wary As he sits beside her on the green Stretching out legs so lean She touches his hand and whispers of the beauty before them Long grasses, high mountains with tall trees and beautiful flowers with thorny stems They sit together watching the moon rise As wolves begin their cries They sit unafraid as the wolf begins it nightly roam It's not them he's after as long as they give him some room Beauty is all around It speaks with & without a sound Man and woman in the mist of the wild Creatures and wilderness they must protect like a child It is serene today Let's not let it be taken away
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Thanks for sharing,
Axilea