No matter the economy of the forest,
the lion will never eat grass.
For destiny is not a bargain,
and strength is never sold at a discount.
Storms may shake the tall trees,
drought may crack the thirsty earth,
but a lion’s hunger remembers its truth—
it bows to no season,
it bends to no fear.
Let the world tighten its belts,
let fortunes rise and fall like dust—
you were born with a fire of your own,
a purpose that cannot be priced.
So walk like the king of your silence,
roar like the owner of your sky.
For even in the hardest times,
your spirit must stay undefeated—
just as the lion,
majestic and unchanging,
refuses to forget
what it was born to be.
