Lions Tribe

Born into a world, beautiful, free Innocence, beauty, perfection. Can do no harm, a soul without sin. Happiness, excitement, time to explore. Taking time to trust oneself, The world so free of hurt and pain I frolick and run, pretend stalk in the rain Everyday and all day dusk till dawn, To describe it clearly, after learning to crawl The freadom to live and be natures king I walk with my tribe, proud and unaware of sin. The wind and sun settling on my skin. The reason for creation to live honest and true. My only deception for others to see Is stalking, preying on a next meal for me. I remain proud and fierce in natures home. One wish is that humans would leave us alone.