In the heart of the vast savannah, he reigns supreme,
His golden mane glistening under the sun’s gleam,
With eyes that pierce through the thickest night,
The lion stands, a symbol of power and might.

His roar echoes through the valleys and hills,
A sound that sends shivers and chills,
For in his voice, the wild finds its song,
The harmony of nature, fierce and strong.

Through the tall grass, he prowls with grace,
Each step a testament to his regal pace,
The king of beasts, with pride he strides,
In his domain, no fear he hides.

Yet in his strength, there’s a gentle side,
A protector, a guardian, with love and pride,
The lion, a legend in every tale,
In his kingdom, the wild prevails.