Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the quiet of the gallery, a leopard lies,
Its spotted form a canvas of the sky.
Each dot a star, a world, a fleeting sigh,
A symphony of colors, bold and high.
The wild within, untamed and free,
Speaks to the soul, a silent plea.
For in its gaze, we find ourselves,
A mirror of our inner selves.
The dots, like dreams, dance on its fur,
A tapestry of life, both near and far.
It whispers truths we dare not hear,
A wild spirit, forever clear.
Through its eyes, we see the light,
A beacon in the endless night.
For in this art, we find our place,
A prismatic sovereign, bold and brave.