God's Own Landscape
I see the lovely lion golden in the sun
And his mate as she wanders looking over their realm
Studying for just the right piece of dinner for her sons
And there they are jumping on their father’s back
He takes his paw and knocks them all down
Easily as he lies able to crush any of them into the ground
Tolerant creature licking at the ears of his daughters and sons
Across the browning grounds the elephants
Move about in family groups, mother always first
While aunts and cousins and baby brothers follow
Pushing and rolling scratching in the dirt all around
The aunts keep their eyes on all the young females
Who they have trained to watch over the little ones
While others with wary eyes scratch and roll and run
There in the largest trees filled with nuts and leaves
Sits the cousin of man living by the best fruits and meats
Watching as life goes on beautiful and deadly in his lands
Ready to shout and scream should anyone start a fight
Yawning and appearing lazy with a giant foot curled about
Hanging in the branches ready to come rumbling out
Beating his chest eyes dark and deep with a direct stare
Pray if you are nearby that you are one of the clan
One of the ones that he looks out for and watches with care
Perhaps a jeep comes by somewhere in the day
Sanctuary soldiers cameras and lights shots and treats
Then a truck rambles by men with their guns tracking deadly forms
Watchers wary of people searching for trophies -- antlers and horns
Sanctuary, sanctuary, monks and priests
Sanctuary, sanctuary, lions, elephants and apes
Salvation soldiers watchful over one of God’s living landscapes
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2021
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