Hippopotamus,
the master of his river,
no money no school.

the old growth forest,
must burn a bit to clean out,
else the fall is great,

as I look you soar,
and I wonder why can't I?
High one walk with me?

The seed appears dead,
It will not grow in this light,
It needs dark and dirt.

What bear would not eat?
what eagle would not fly?
Love, is that my task?

they grow with great care
light, design and love team up,
I see, even weeds?

young turtles beach born,
run for their lives and end up food,
Gods beautiful work