A golden glow settled on the tawny lion, setting His fur aflame with light.
In His eyes a strange balance, between love and fight. The green green grass gleaming with sun, blades gently bowing in the presence of the One.
The ancient, whispering trees loomed tall, as pillars in the throne room, of the Lord of All. His fiery mane shrouded with dignity and grace, eternity written in his face, He took me up, in a heavenly embrace, And whispered to me, ever so softly:
"Courage, My child,
For my glory will never darken, and from you, I shall never part.
In the chaos of the wild, to your ear I shall harken, trust in me,
My beloved dear heart."
