ANIMALS - a poem
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.