the pegions fly
over the juicy-leaves-trees,
sitting, swinging, dancing
on the moist laden boughs.
above them, the eagles waft
on the strong wind, intentionally,
gazing at them and plotting
to ****** their golden moments.
the deer makes slow movements
down the meadows, across the pebbles
to quench their thirst
under the sun, blowing with heat.
behind the bushes and around
the lions and the tigers ambush,
and wait for their comeback
to **** them, to chew them.
in the blue heaven innocence
shines intact and angels on duty
maintain their eternity,
and God is always there.

on earth it wants to sing its song,
but we gag it and injure its voice
to slate our desires, our dreams,
to hold the thrones everywhere.