ANIMALS - a poem

They sit in a row yet we think of them as low,

We disobey the line but think they are undisciplined in mind,

Shouldn't we give them a bow

For how they are kind.

Gazing them graze green grass makes me feel enliven,

As I think of, caring for them will pay back,

As of now all crazy I am driven,

By how we treat them, in fact.

All I am mesmerized by the beauty they hold,

Can only say it loud that they deserve much more,

Shouldn't we mould -

ourselves, for it's shouting "enough" from core.

I see them below the sapphire,

not between the iron,

Still there is a fire,

to see in the wild a lion.