The Lion King

Upon a hill, majestic and still, Stands a lion, noble and free, With fiery mane, a golden thrill, He surveys his kingdom, as far as can be. His roar reverberates through the land, A symphony of power and dominance, From mountains high to the shifting sand, All creatures listen, entranced in a trance. Upon that hill, where the lion does dwell, A tapestry unfolds, a story untold, Of a noble creature, fierce and swell, A timeless saga, forever enfold.