Majesic Beauty

His flaming crown flowing in the wind
As he roams freely with no boundaries.
Light in his eyes
As he runs through the mint green hills.
He does what he wants,
What he wants is what he does.
No-one dares get in his way.
The lion is the king and all must bow before thy.
Although some may say he is scary,
Although they say he is cruel.
I say he is but a wonder of the world.
A majestic beauty.