In forest deep, where trees preside,
A lion roams, with majestic stride..
His mane a fiery halo, shining bright,
He rules the woods, with regal might...
With eyes of gold, and a heart so bold,
He prowls the night, with a story untold..
His roar resounds, through the forest's sway,
As he claims his domain, in the moon's pale ray...
The trees stand tall, in awe of his might,
As he pads softly, through the silent night...
His whiskers twitch, his ears perk high,
As he stalks his prey, with a stealthy sigh...
The forest's creatures, with reverence gaze,
Upon the lion, in his majestic ways..........
For in his presence, they feel his power,
And know the king, in each mighty hour...
The lion's spirit, wild and free,
Embodies the forest, in harmony....
He is the guardian, of this woodland land,
A symbol of strength, in this verdant stand...