THE LION KING
He stands alone upon the plain, His golden mane a flaming chain, With piercing eyes that scan the land, A monarch proud, a rule unplanned.
The earth beneath his mighty paws, Feels tremors of his silent laws, His roar resounds through endless night, A voice of strength, a claim of might.
He moves with power, swift yet wise, The sun reflects in it's fearless eyes, No beast defies his thundered call— The jungle bows, he reigns o’er all.
