potry redefined

Sunbeam ,bear no shackles. It came while we slept. We saw it hanging over the mountains.Smilling. Rays beaming down ,complemented with an ironic breeze. It came as a thief in the night . stealing laughter.the forest cried. The next morning it was there. Truly an abomination was born as the fertile forest was kissed and laid then left to wither. The Savannah planes which only knew temperate and rarely cold was impregnated with a compelling ailment. So so foreign . Whispering death to the lovely lilies The jackals eavesdropping,awaiting their turn. It rose with the day and died with the night  Yet it still lived,sending knights into the dark night. Blowing away pebbles and silt.  Its irony coming into being , It's so refreshing but so degrading. The fountain was alone that night and on the morrow it ceised to flow. There was rapture in the day . The king of the jungle looking for were to rest his karmas and perpetuate his existence.but ...