Lion and Hare

A lion ruled a land of the fair,

Brave and strong,

Terror struck the land of the wild

And peace would even disturb the bear.

One day, a hare brushed past this plain,

Small, but, strong,

She faced the lion with very little

fear for her master is named Jane.

The sun glared down,

Rain never fell

For months and years

Under the terrors of the lion.

But, that day, storm struck the land,

Water engulfed the field,

Animals cry in more terror,

As the water washed away the sand.

The lion stood upon the sand and salt,

He saw the hare who passed by,

He question,

"Is this rain to be your fault?"

"No, your valiant Lord"

Hare sang in denial

"For this rain to come

As for the purpose of a reward."