The Lion's Lost Roar 4

The sun paints gold on savanna's face, A brand new day in a wild, wide place. Tall grasses shimmer, dew drops gleam, But something's wrong, a broken dream.

Leo the Lion, with mane so grand, Tried to roar greetings across the land. He puffed his chest, he opened wide, But only a squeak came from inside!

"Eek!" Leo cried, his whiskers drooped, His mighty roar completely pooped. Zebra the Zebra, stripes so bright, Heard Leo's trouble in the morning light.

"What's wrong, dear Leo? Why the fright?" Zebra asked, with all his might. Leo confessed, "My roar is gone! Now I just squeak like a tiny fawn!"

Zebra chuckled, "Let's try a game! A roaring rhythm, calling out a name! Think of crunchy leaves, the wind so free, And roar like thunder, WILD and glee!"

Leo closed his eyes, and took a breath, Imagined the savanna, escaping death. He thought of freedom, running fast, And let out a rumble, built to last!

It started low, a gentle hum, Then grew and grew, 'til all were numb! "ROAR!" Leo bellowed, strong and true, The savanna echoed, fresh and new!

Zebra cheered, "You found it, friend! Your mighty roar, until the end!" Leo smiled wide, his heart so light, The Lion's lost roar, restored to might!