Philo Yan Poems
In the jungle, a lion's roar,
Loud rumbling from it's core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
He is a king but wears no crown.
Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.
The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.
The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.
Love can be confusing to decode
It can be clear in so many a mode
Love is Love it never changes
Love is Love it never cages
Love is a feeling of many rhythms
that if one stops and quietly listens
Love flows like water under the sun....glistens