In the heart of the golden plains,
Where the sun kisses the earth bold,
A lion stands, with a mane untamed,
Its eyes, a story yet to be told.

King of the wilderness, fierce and free,
With strides that echo ancient might,
His roar, a symphony of strength,
Resonating through the endless night.

Beneath the moon’s gentle gaze,
He prowls, a shadow in the serene,
Guardian of the secrets whispered,
In the tranquil dance of the unseen.

Majestic creature of untamed lands,
Bearer of nature’s regal crown,
In his presence, the world stands still,
As he roars, the savannah bows down.