There was room for roaming <br />And the land was not a moor. <br />But surrounded by oak tree <br />Beside the lake <br />Where an elk <br />Was sleeping like a log on that green vale <br />Didn't wake up <br />To eat the grass <br />And became under the grasp <br />Of a tiger in trice <br />Before leaping into the pinnacle of life.<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lazy-bones-2/
