The nature of beauty

by Rog   Apr 12, 2021

On the hill the lion yawns, nature is beautiful
dozens of tempting shapes moving slowly far down the slopes
a gazelle tends to the wind snout and ears, what was that
others pay no heed, plenty more to eat before the drought

evening retires behind a lazy rain, a few thunders announce the night ahead
there is something creeping in the dark when they sleep no more
when the growl halts dead and the smell waves on the breeze
when a sharp cry unleashes panic and the herd runs wild and blind

back in the landscape lava paints red a lonely black peak
the stars shine cold and distant on the blood below
a blanket of glints extends the garnish on the wet grass
beauty reigns unmoved above mere mortal games


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