In the heart of the savannah, where shadows play,
A lion stands, mighty in his golden pride,
With eyes that pierce the horizon’s endless sway,
He rules the land where ancient spirits reside.

His mane, a crown of sunlit flames that burn,
Catches whispers of the wind’s gentle song,
In every stride, tales of courage return,
A legacy of strength, unyielding and strong.

Through the night, his silent roar echoes deep,
A guardian of the stars, fierce and wise,
In dreams, his secrets the night sky does keep,
A timeless dance beneath the moonlit skies.

Yet in his gaze, a tender world unfolds,
A gentle heart beneath the warrior’s guise,
In his realm of gold, his story is told,
A lion’s soul, where earth and heaven rise.