Wolves and leopards run,
with others shun,
till their battle won,
under sky without sun.
Tall trees of dark green,
on which I tiredly lean,
far from creatures mean,
who would hunt me keen.
Wolves and leopards run,
with others shun,
till their battle won,
under sky without sun.
Tall trees of dark green,
on which I tiredly lean,
far from creatures mean,
who would hunt me keen.