In the heart of the golden savannah, he strides,
A king among beasts, with grace and pride.
His mane, a crown of fiery hues,
Glows under the sun, in the morning’s blues.

His roar, a symphony of power and might,
Echoes through valleys, in the dead of night.
Eyes like amber, sharp and keen,
Surveying his kingdom, serene and unseen.

Beneath the acacia, he rests his paws,
Protector of the land, with silent laws.
His spirit, a legend, untamed and wild,
Yet in his presence, the earth is beguiled.

A symbol of strength, courage, and pride,
In the vast savannah, he cannot hide.
The lion, a marvel, nature’s own art,
Holds a timeless place, in every heart.