Morning Pride

The lioness with three cubs laid, With morning pride as well, Beside the stream that gently played As night to day once fell... Gone were the silver stars above, The moon now hid from sight, All she could see was love, sweet love, Her cubs were her delight... And while they bit and chewed and yelped, Like young cubs, full of fun, For such as these she gladly helped, Because she loved each one... As if they were her legacy, Her treasure here on Earth, Unfolding like a mystery, Each yet to prove their worth... Yet lions have survived so long, Because of ties that bind, Together they are more than strong, As long as food they find... As long as streams with waters flow, As long as sunshine falls, Each cub will have some place to grow To share such miracles... Denis Martindale December 2016. A poem based on a magnificent Stephen Gayford wildlife painting. Google search phrases gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...