A poem from my schooling.

Somewhere.

Wrote this while trying to appreciate God’s creation.

Here is a clerihew poem that I have made.

Lions guard and protect their pride from attacks. Mother lions suckle their young and at puberty the males are thrown out after bloody battles and are forced to establish their own pride.

Our desire for freedom is paramount. It tops the hierarchy of our needs.

It’s what’s for dinner; okay I didn’t mean that… this time, it’s just I’m really into the angelic type and for a few weeks now I’ve been looking at an angel. Lion Loves Lamb, this girl, this angel has been on my mind and I believe…

Be nice to others.

A very odd dream I had about this strange lion and just wanted to share.

Lion in the jungle on a creative adventure.