You Are My Son Mufasa Told Him

Mufasa smiled at his eager young cub Simba was a prince, but this meant nothing at this second in the love of the moment What do you see? Mufasa asked his son. Pinks and yellows, tans, flowers, a meadow, the savannah What feels does it bring to you? Simba took a deep breath and let it out slowly I feel peace, he told his daddy, the king Mufasa knew that his son would do well for he was not corrupted in any way, he did not thirst for power or majesty like Scar You are my son, he told him, and it makes me proud Simba took another deep sigh, breathing in the love of the savannah, with no worries or cares, thinking he would have his father forever