Silent Majesty

In the embrace of shadows, a wild spirit rests, Its gaze piercing through the veil of night, A symphony of spots, a dance of light and shade, A predator's grace, a soul's silent might. The cheetah, a living poem of speed and stealth, Cradled by the earth, yet reaching for the sky, Its fur, a canvas of nature's art, A testament to the wild, untamed, and free. In its eyes, the world reflects, A mirror of our own untamed desires, A reminder of the wild within us all, Yearning for freedom, for the untamed wild. This is not just a creature, but a symbol, A beacon of power, of beauty, of life, A silent guardian of the wild's eternal truth, A reminder that we too are part of this wild, wild strife. Let its gaze be a mirror, let its spirit guide, For in its stillness lies the power to transform, To find the wild within, to embrace the storm, And rise, reborn, as a silent, untamed flame.