Lord
The pure white lion chose his spot, Content that it would do And there he didn't move a lot, He just enjoyed the view... To him, this was another day, No worries on his mind And so he let time pass away, Slow breathing to unwind... The years had taught him how to live And if to walk or run... The time to take, the time to give, The battles to be won... Of course, by now, the heat was strong, So why not have a rest? No point in running all day long, For who would be impressed? The white lord in... Sign in to see full entry.