"I was born again out of the lion's den, no longer pretending."
Wandering the savanna, the sun beating down,
a little girl lost in her way, her protector
gone, having left her. No shade in sight,
no water to drink, she stumbled and slipped,
a mirage of waterfall glowing in the distance.
But as she tumbled to the shore, realizing hope
had disappeared. Frozen in shock as a lion
pawed at the ground, digging up a dirt cloud.
Looking up, he shook his mighty mane, regal
and majestic in the sunlight, standing still.
Big eyes, pointed teeth, watched the little girl,
unsure. The girl stared back, partly in terror,
partly in faith. The lion, understanding a
silent plea in her eyes, padded over to the girl,
bowing before her tiny frame.
Lowering her eyes, giving a curtsy in welcome,
the girl climbed aboard the lion's broad back,
holding his mane tightly in her fists as they
crossed the savanna, running to the safety
of a quiet cool lion's den.
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