No ferocious roars are heard <br />From the orange tigers nestled near <br />A crystal clear trickling stream… <br />Their lean necks stretch to the sun <br />Crowned with a freckled radiant glow <br /> <br />Their inviting lair is surround by wild grasses <br />And adorned with flourishing feathered ferns <br />Uninterrupted purring flows intrinsically <br />Luring the innocence of nature’s dearest… <br />Beautiful butterflies and buzzing bees <br /> <br />Gathering nectar from the delicate depth of trust <br />A gentle touch disperses a dust that generates… <br />An encounter that inspires the flow of propagation <br />Wings take flight, gliding into the warmth of summer <br />As lowland tiger lilies contently continue to bask <br /> <br />4/20/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentle-tigers/
