• Today I saw,
    The boy with the lion's mane.

    I saw him standing upon the mesa,
    Above the Savannah grass.

    His roar rose over the storm,
    His song soared higher than the birds,
    into the clouds,
    past the angels,into space.

    Then he stared at me,
    The boy with the lion's mane,
    and the angel's eyes,
    and the wise man's soul,
    he looked at me with a look
    that could tame the monsoon.

    And he waved a fairy's hand,
    and was on his way.