GODS PAINTBRUSH

In his infinite wisdom, God took a paintbrush

And unleashed his muse upon a derelict landscape

Magically, rhythmically, poetically

Blood wept where no wounds were.

Fiery embers soaked canvas contours

Giddy trees, glowing hills, grassy plains

Mighty beasts were woven wondrously within

Birds embossed in cobalt skies.

The Kings superior crown, tawny or wintery white,

Their animated tails twitch, like puppets on thread.

Jaguars a strikingly sculptured race, with perfect ebony rosettes.

While Leopards have broken rings,

Morph magnificently from coppery- gold to cream with the seasons.

Elegant black panthers expose shimmering spots in sunlight.

Both Amur and white Tigers boast their dark flickering cinders.

The entertaining atmosphere of whimsical cubs playing,

Spectacular fireflies swizzle, like swirling spitfires,

In this delirium of natures charter

Could Heavens labyrinth be as glorious?