Lion Has Cancer

Panning for hope, Lion surveys this kingdom Recognizing it is not the altogether he had originally Thought it was. The grasses are high; the birds not as rare as they used to be. Wind blows his mane and frees his soul to feel love connections. Irritated by nothing, Lion waits his turn. His is majestic. He is empathetic. He is a word-player, our Lion. He knows nothing of this; as he stands and surveys his kingdom. Maybe for the last time. Life has new meaning now. He is becoming the full warrior He was born to be. He is fighting the C-battle. And doing it in handsome ways. His mane gently lifts As he faces his foe. God is watching. His angel committee is in awe. His ancestors are waiting. Panning for hope, Lion feels them. Faith and optimism are his shields. Protecting the little creatures And forever giving him celestial awareness Of how precious each moment is. Lion Roars in purity and love.