The Lion

The lion bounds across the plains.
He travels with great speed,
His quick pulse echoes in his veins.
Nothing can ever impede.

His battle cry echoes loudly!
Then he shakes his golden mane.
He’s standing there so tall, so proudly.
He salutes the ones he’s slain.

He roars again with all his might!
His eyes glint with passion and fire.
He celebrates! He’s won his fight.
His happiness carries him higher.

He has defeated many a foe.
He’s a mighty warlord in his land.
And though he’s suffered many a blow,
Forever he will proudly stand.

 

- Martine Duffy