A lion prowls through golden dust,
With eyes like embers, fierce and just.
His mane flows wild, a fiery crown,
A king’s bold roar shakes earth and ground.
Beneath the sun, his shadows dance,
In realms of courage, strength, and chance.
Silent steps in the twilight’s haze,
An ancient grace, a hunter’s gaze.
In jungles deep, his kingdom lies,
Where savannah meets the skies.
A lion’s heart, bold and free,
Bound to the land, eternity.