About the Lion

I was born of a world

That offered more rain than sun

          

I sang before I could talk

I danced before I could run

            

I laughed in the face of sorrow

And spat at the feet of pain

         

I shouted with joy at the thunder

And gratefully drank up the rain

          

And I'm just an earthling child

A lion with gold in its mane

The End

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