Little Lion's Roar
On the golden savanna, where grasses wave tall, Lived Little Lion, the tiniest of all. With fluffy mane just a puff on her head, She dreamed of adventures, but stayed in her bed. Her family roared loud at the break of the day, Chasing the shadows far, far away. But Little Lion's voice? A squeak soft and small— "Oh, how I wish I could roar big and tall!"
She puffed up her chest at the morning sun's rise, And tried with all might— but a squeak met their eyes. Her siblings giggled, "That's cute, little sis! Keep practicing—you'll get there with a whiz!" Papa Lion grinned wide, with a wink and a nod, "Your roar's in your heart, not as loud as a god. Fears whisper in silence, so let yours ring true— Your voice chases shadows, and makes the world new!"
But thunder rumbled, dark clouds filled the sky, Lightning flashed bright, making Little Lion cry. The pride huddled close in a cave safe and deep, While shadows danced wild—oh, what a leap! A big scary shape loomed in the corner so black, Little Lion trembled, her courage gone slack. "I-I'm afraid," she whispered, voice tiny and thin. But inside, a spark flickered—let the roar begin!
She stepped forward slow, heart pounding like drums, The shadow grew bigger—oh, what if it comes? With paws shaking soft, she opened her jaws wide, And out came a squeak, but she didn't hide. "You're not so scary—just a branch in the dark! I'll roar you to whispers, with a spark from my heart!" The shadow then softened, like dew in the morn— Her brave words the wand that kept courage reborn.
The storm rolled away, sun peeking through gold, Little Lion practiced, brave and bold. Her roar grew stronger, not huge like a boom, But steady and true, chasing off any gloom. She bounded to Mama, with pride in her chest, "I did it! My voice chased the fear to its nest!" Mama nuzzled close, eyes shining with glee. "Your roar's mighty small— but it's mighty for thee!"
The next day dawned bright, with grasses so green, Little Lion led siblings to places unseen. A rickety log over a bubbly stream— "Who's first?" they asked, in a worried dream. She puffed up once more, no quiver, no shake, "My roar says we can— for goodness' sake!" They crossed hand in paw, laughing all the way, Empowered together, come what may.
At sunset they gathered, tails swishing with joy, Little Lion shared tales of her brave little ploy. "Fears come in shadows, big and so tall, But your voice inside? It's the strongest of all! It doesn't need loud to chase dark away— Believe in yourself, every single day." The pride roared as one, a chorus so grand, With Little Lion's squeak leading the band.
Under the stars, with the moon's gentle light, Little Lion dreamed of tomorrows so bright. No more hiding small— she stood proud and true, Her roar was her power, through and through. Empowerment whispered in the savanna breeze: "You're brave, little one— believe and you'll seize The strength in your heart, wild and free! With every soft squeak, your spirit's the key."
The sun rose again, painting skies pink and warm, Little Lion stretched, no hint of alarm. Her journey just starting, with roars yet to grow, But she knew in her soul— she's ready to go!