Sweeping curves watching below

graceful, widening with each turn

using the sun and clouds

the heat rising and falling

wind pushing up the mountain

surveying the land, perhaps

The day seems gloomy

but it isn’t, only a light rain

gentle even with small drops

warm in a light wind

Gentle rain falling,

covering the trees

with much needed moisture

trees close, boughs forming

a canopy over a small glade

To day we walked the rocks

a path often trod

familiar through frequency

yet always seeming new

We say the lion is

the king of beasts

but is it really?

Does it rule the antelope?

Or perhaps it is a romantic image

we project on an animal

of beauty and power,

though not that successful as a hunter