In the heart of the savannah, where the golden rays gleam,
Lives a creature of power, in a kingdom serene.
With mane like the sunrise, and eyes full of fire,
The lion stands tall, a figure to admire.

His roar shakes the heavens, echoes through the land,
A sound of pure might, a wild command.
The winds seem to whisper, tales of his reign,
As he prowls through the grasses, in the sun and the rain.

Beneath the starlit skies, he guards his domain,
With each step he takes, he’s breaking the chains.
His courage is boundless, his spirit untamed,
In the wild, his legend forever proclaimed.

Oh, noble lion, with your heart of gold,
Your story of bravery will forever be told.
In the eyes of the young, you are a timeless lore,
The majestic roar of the king, forevermore.