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

Theresa Ann Moore

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