Across the savannah’s golden light,
A lion stalks, his prey in sight.
With stealthy pace and eyes aglow,
He hunts the beast, his power to show.
His mane a fiery halo bright,
He runs with strength, his spirit in flight.
The wind rushes past, his roar resounds,
As he closes in, his dominion unbound.
With claws outstretched and muscles tight,
He seizes his prize, a victorious sight.
The king of beasts, a hunter true,
A testament to power, forever anew.
