The sparrow and the lion

 

The sparrow and the lion

Whickwithy

The sparrow and the lion*

The vastness of the vistas pass before my open eyes

The sweeping wings of sparrow swoons, upon the wind she cries

The lion lumbers through the land, a razing in his roar

For though the time keeps passing there's abundance left in store

The sweeping and the weaving of the wind across the plains

Tumbles through the lion due to time and wind and rains

So much more than ruffling through the lion's lustrous mane

Time has many aspects, but the ticking will remain

For while the pulsing of the clock goes on the same for all

The differences are looming with the impacts large and small

The sparrow and the lion roam the distances perceived

Across the span of distances both still are much deceived

The wing that brushes as it rushes through the falling wind

The paw that pounds upon the grounds, the roar will not rescind

The differences between the lion and the Sparrow's spree

On and on the wind and ground, through distance and debris

The sparrow lives a life that's full and lion follows suit

The Lion's paw upon the ground continues taking root

The Sparrow wings on through the wind as through her life she flies

Across and through disturbances that ripple through the skies

Separations stark and steep as distances in time

The Sparrow's song, the Lion's roar, the pulsing paradigm

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Painted sky*

In weariness, the lion drags his paws

The conundrum held tight between his jaws

The trek across savannah carries on

The paradigms returning each new dawn

He struggles to renew the will and move

In silence of the plains, the life to prove

Fiercely, paws continue on the course

Shedding wisps of mane in deep remorse

Reflection of the brightly painted sky

Clearly seen within the lion's eye

Hurricane*

The sparrow sits in beauty on a perch

In the eyes, the wellspring of the search

The path of flight to find the way on through

Complex drift of life the winds bestrew

Between the branch and leaf, the heart to broach

The unseen wind still batters the approach

The lion in a lair upon the ground

Looks out upon the world, the heart unwound

Panorama

Sparrow sees the lion on the plains

So sweeps on cautious wing that wind sustains

Lion follows doom of heart to roam

Displayed in loving shades of monochrome

For each, the panoramas that they view

Adjust the route that wings and paws construe

To goal, the wings fly windward as they soar

The pads of paws still roaming hearts' dolour

The sun and the savannah*

Sparrow whisks towards luster of the sun

Savannah trek for lion just begun

Sparrow seeks for sun, the wings to reach

Lion, for the pride, the riddles, breach

Roaring of the lion's heart remains

The prominent explosion on the plains

Lion so begins savannah's run

Sparrow soars on towards the blazing sun