A Zebra Enchanted

By an emerald waterfall,


With magic on the rise,


A zebra walks in solitude,


Its footsteps strong and wise,



Behold, its stripes are trodden black,


With white stripes in between,


Or are the stripes more whitened,


With the black stripes hardly seen,



Behold, it is a yin and yang,


A soul and body true,


The magic of the zebra,


Is enchanted as the dew,



For are the mountains now alive,


Or are they waking still,


And is the zebra but a veil,


Or mirrors of the quill,



Behold the zebra's stripes inside,


And magic will you see,


For it is now the purest light,


Within eternity.



-Pamela Storch