A sonnet:

Sparrows soaring over skies bathed in blue
Concoct melodies with such elegance,
Immune to illnesses of woe and rue,
They seem, to observers in abundance

Rabbits roam ’bout, while predators prowl rife,
Amongst trees that trespass no forests’ land,
Beings bound only to the laws of life
Wander without chains, within home and beyond.

The lions may live in their kingly dens,
Challenged by none across Nature’s realms,
Yet hold no power o’er the forest lands,
All thrive in jungles, with none at their helm.

Predators may prowl, but none shall deny,
The rabbits shall roam, the sparrows shall fly

-The Forgers of Fantasy

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