In the heart of the savannah, where the sun paints the sky,
Roams a creature of power, with a fierce, golden eye.
A majestic lion, in his solitary reign,
His roar echoes through the land, a thunderous refrain.

Beneath the acacia trees, he strides with grace,
His mane a crown, his kingdom a vast open space.
In solitude he wanders, with strength in every stride,
The king of the jungle, with nothing to hide.

The wind whispers secrets, carried through the grass,
Tales of ancient battles, of triumphs that pass.
Yet in his fierce solitude, there’s a gentle, quiet might,
A balance of power, between day and night.

As dusk falls softly, painting shadows long,
The lion’s solitude becomes a silent song.
A hymn to the wild, to the life he leads alone,
In the heart of the wilderness, where his spirit is grown.