No ferocious roars are heard
From the orange tigers nestled near
A crystal clear trickling stream…
Their lean necks stretch to the sun
Crowned with a freckled radiant glow
Their inviting lair is surround by wild grasses
And adorned with flourishing feathered ferns
Uninterrupted purring flows intrinsically
Luring the innocence of nature’s dearest…
Beautiful butterflies and buzzing bees
Gathering nectar from the delicate depth of trust
A gentle touch disperses a dust that generates…
An encounter that inspires the flow of propagation
Wings take flight, gliding into the warmth of summer
As lowland tiger lilies contently continue to bask
4/20/08
Lovely read Theresa and the title is sooo fitting, thank you for sharing! ! *10*! ! ! Best wishes! ! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how very pleasant a must read