Lion King Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A Yousef

In the golden embrace of dawn,
where the savannah stretches wide,
a father walks with his son,
the weight of legacy in their steps,
the air thick with the scent of earth and sun.

Mufasa, a figure carved from the light of the stars,
his mane a crown of wisdom,
each stride a testament to strength,
to the bond that breathes between them,
a rhythm as ancient as the winds that whip through the tall grass.

Simba, with eyes like pools of curiosity,
chasing shadows,
dancing with butterflies,
his laughter a melody,
weaving threads of innocence into the tapestry of life.

"Look, my son, " Mufasa says,
voice deep as the earth,
"everything the light touches is our kingdom."
A lesson wrapped in the warmth of love,
the sky a canvas of dreams yet to be painted.

But the shadows loom,
dark whispers of fear and doubt,
a challenge to the heart,
a reminder of the circle—
life, death, and rebirth,
the delicate dance of destiny.

"Father, " Simba's voice trembles,
like a leaf caught in the wind,
"will I be strong like you? "
In that moment, a world is held,
between the heartbeat of a lion
and the flutter of a cub's hope.

Mufasa kneels,
the earth cradling their bond,
"Strength is not just in power,
but in love, in courage,
in knowing when to roar,
and when to listen."

Through the tall grass they roam,
stories shared in the silence,
lessons etched in the rhythm of their hearts,
as the sun paints their silhouettes,
a dance of light and shadow,
a promise forged in the fire of life.

Yet, the winds of change howl,
the specter of loss,
a lion's sacrifice,
a son left to wander,
the weight of the crown heavy,
the heart shattered, but not broken.

In the stillness of night,
under the watchful gaze of ancestors,
Simba's heart beats with the echo of his father,
a whisper in the dark,
"Remember who you are."
A mantra, a lifeline,
a call to rise from the ashes of despair.

The journey unfolds,
a circle completed,
lessons learned in the embrace of pain,
for every roar that trembles the earth,
is a testament to love,
a bridge between past and future.

And when he stands,
atop Pride Rock,
the wind tousling his mane,
he feels Mufasa's presence,
a guardian in the skies,
a reminder that love transcends,
that the bond of father and son
is a flame that never flickers,
a legacy that roars through time,
in the heart of the lion,
in the spirit of the king.