Philo Yan Poems
|641.||Worst And Best||2/3/2013|
|645.||Yin Yang Cat||11/9/2012|
|648.||Young And Innocent||10/31/2014|
|649.||Young At Heart||2/6/2013|
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.
Keep your thoughts so feathery light
let it slip and sleep through the night
When tomorrow's dawn finally breaks
Renew your hope in pure delight..
Express delight, the world looks bright
Happy is the one who do not look but see
who feels grateful, be simple just to be
alive to draw deep long breaths