Floating further away
The wind's blowing strongly
The leaves rustle to the gale
But the petals keep going
Till every petal leaves
Never returning
The fluffy white clouds float gently
When more come
THey merge together as one
The grey cloud flies away
Like an ant crawling beneath your feet
Going unnoticed, slipping away discretely
Those sugar coated waffles
Dripping with honey
And oozing with maple syrup
Is that really sweet?
Or are my ears deceiving me
Do you really mean it?
These vibrant swirls
Big, bold and beautiful
Displayed on a white canvas
In many different colours
Among them
Lies a small, minute cross
Hiding amongst them
No one sees, no one knows
It's just the movement
Those sharp, pointed arrows
Point towards the direction of the lion
The sound of the whip meeting the ground
Erupts in a loud thunder
The lion backs off
Majestically, keeping its long mane upright
It lets out a loud roar
Before returning obediently to its sliver holdings
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