The Lion with Pride

A graceful, leaping lion watching over its pride,

The loud, angry thunder disturbing the silence.

I want to paint the feel of relaxation after dark hits,

Like the warm feeling of a blanket protecting you at night.

A comforting dream about the fluffy clouds.

I want to paint the blinding brightness of the sun waking you up in the morning.

The nice feeling of the first stretch at sunrise,

A nice morning exercise and the day going by swiftly.

I want to paint the end of this poem.

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