Beneath the blazing sun, he strides with grace,
His mane a crown, in the vast open space.
Eyes like embers, burning bright,
A symbol of power, in the heart of night.

With every step, the earth does quake,
His presence commands, makes the jungle awake.
The king of beasts, fierce and proud,
His roar, a song, both mighty and loud.

In the golden savannah, where the wild winds play,
He reigns supreme, both night and day.
Guardian of his pride, protector of the land,
His legacy etched in the endless sand.

As twilight falls and stars appear,
His silhouette, a figure revered.
The lion, a legend, forever known,
In the heart of the wild, his throne is sewn.