The lion before the storm
Watches the lightning’s strands
Before the rain gathers
In the lonely lands
The lion before the storm
Feels his whipping mane
Brush his golden body
Before the gentle rain
The lion before the storm
Prepares for thirst to cease
And beautiful is the lion who
In the storm is pleased
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful lion Whitney, quite intriging... I love the way it sounds!