They sit in a row yet we think of them as low,
We disobey the line but think they are undisciplined in mind,
Shouldn't we give them a bow
For how they are kind.
Gazing them graze green grass makes me feel enliven,
As I think of, caring for them will pay back,
As of now all crazy I am driven,
By how we treat them, in fact.
All I am mesmerized by the beauty they hold,
Can only say it loud that they deserve much more,
Shouldn't we mould -
ourselves, for it's shouting "enough" from core.
I see them below the sapphire,
not between the iron,
Still there is a fire,
to see in the wild a lion.