A Soul's Freedom

Mighty & Gentle,

He stands;
Patiently shifting,
Foot to foot.
This Wise Soul of the Jungle.
He lets them play,
Caparison, Crown & Curb Him,
while
He relives his days
of
Freedom -
Felling trees,
Stripping their sweet bark,
Slaking His thirst
& Frolicking in swollen rivers...
Their chains can't enslave Him...