In the golden dawn, he stands tall,
A king without a crown, yet honored by all.
His eyes hold the secrets of the vast savannah,
Where whispers of the wild echo his saga.

Beneath the sun’s embrace, he walks with pride,
Through ancient lands where his ancestors reside.
Each step a testament to power untamed,
His presence commands, respected and famed.

In the hush of night, his roar breaks the still,
A symphony of might that makes the heart thrill.
Stars bear witness to his timeless reign,
As the moonlight bathes the endless terrain.

Yet in his heart, a gentle soul lies,
Beneath the fierce gaze and thunderous cries.
For even the king knows moments of peace,
Where strength and silence in harmony cease.