Indian Princess

The years were kind to the tigress, Now seasoned in the sun, So full of spice and specialness, A prize meant to be won... She'd find a mate when time decreed, Till then, the days felt slow, Until her destiny was freed, Alone she had to go. The miracles of life and love Must first unite in time... And while the waiting can be rough, It helps make them sublime. As long as fate grants its reward, New life will grace the land... The tigers' line will be assured If good luck lends a hand. Each generation comes and goes As if it were the first, Until extinction overthrows And then it does its worst. Endangered species may survive, If Nature takes its course... Yet if protected, they will thrive, According to God's laws... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Indian Princess'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com