His Creation Poem by R. K. Hart

The gentle black and purple butterfly,
She dries her wings before taking to the skies.
Of great beauty, her life is one so short,
Mammoth to Swallowtail her majesty holds court.

With its wide, proud strong chest,
Gracefully she stands against a harness pressed.
Horse has been the greatest servant of humankind,
This enchanting creature muscles greatly defined.

She stands amid forest dark and shade,
Flight her first thought when comes a raid.
Her stage a forest, she leaps, as would a ballerina,
With grace, the deer dances in her wooded arena.

With majesty he sits shaded by Serengeti grass,
The air he breaths takes in his meal and their last.
He is their his prides valiant, bloodied protector,
Lion roams his hinterland deflecting the interjector.

His breezes draw patterns across the tall grasses,
Cooling all men, it brings comfort to all classes.
The gracious God Of heaven created all,
Our Lord of all created beauty large and small.