His Mighty
He is the sound of a waterdrop
A waterdrop off a leaf into a pond
He keeps monkeys and trees, bond
And works zebras for donkeys
He sprinkles scent on flowers
And enchants buffaloes for mowers
He spells vultures for brooms
And grows green mushrooms
He is the orchestral breeze through
oak yards, cutinizing wood hard
He sounds crunching branches
And dances to antelope munches
He tinges ladybirds and clothes lady ferns
He incubates, hatches ants' eggs
Some say he talks to figs
Making branches dance in jigs
He is the supple sound across
woods, blessing mania to 'Croods'
He escorts lizards into the sun
And orders blizzards to fun
He sleeps with moths under logs
And helps lily pads hold frogs
He's the soprano in sparrow melodies
And plunges Farewell-to-spring in maroon dyes
He sings 'twinkle-twinkle-little star' with fireflies
In their glow, his fire lies
He ties beauty to backs with lianas
And tickles hyenas
He offers sofa, roots and drops fruits
Hunters say he slows down gazelles
He hunts with lions and
Picks which lion gives the killer bite
He sharpens the claw of mongoose
And floats away goose
An old woman saw him fly with bees
Helping them choose a log for a hive
He tilts shoots towards the east
Hikers say he's the red in the sunset
He summons birds back to the nest.
In his shade, life finds everest
He is the shadow of the forest
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