Wolves in Paradise
Gentle breeze, swaying trees
chirping birds dance in tune.
The gentle stream flowing through
mountains filled with cloudy hue.
Flowers blooming fully colored
like a new bride shining bright.
Tired limbs of hardworking peasants
cracking weeds with more might.
Afternoon blaze sets in through
stripping the skin of all moisture.
The morsel two or more just to live
makes the harrowing load even heavier.
Wolves in paradise roaming free
do not pay heed to any pain.
Nature in its healing process
makes the evening more pleasant again.
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