Hope

 

Hope

In the verdant meadow

A tall tree stands

Branches bare without leaves

Roots strong deep in the ground

 

Harsh weather it endures

Looking at passing clouds in grace

As they stop and rain

It blooms in Nature’s praise

 

Chameleon

 

Chameleon

Hidden in the branches

Silent and still

With vibrant gleaming scales

Changes colours as it wills

 

Fixed eyes, darting gaze

Sights prey with ease

Fast as lightning flashes out tongue

Unaware insect stuck and hung

 

Gobbling it without a sound

Looks again all around

Ready for the next catch

Sits still on the branch

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