Insane Domain

King of the jungle

slips in dark pools.

Majesty consumes;

he is not some fool.

What passes in his

gut is no glutton he

earns his sleep in a

canopy below trees.

Wake he does play

amidst dew it glistens.

While life around him

intently does it listen.

No words to bend he

is the loudest heard.

Such significance we

human find absurd.

Water graces face

as he worries not

of worries we have;

wars we’ve fought.

Life amidst leaves,

not of metallic sorts,

pass beneath paws,

him no law contorts.

That of the fittest,

apex at the pinnacle,

man destroys at will

and at heart cynical.

Burn the air in heat

we barrage domains

of majesty’s beauty,

tis madness, insane.

3 Comments Add yours

    1. Thank you Krisitian.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. kristianw84 says:

        You’re welcome!

        Liked by 1 person

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