Serengeti King
- Jan 12
- 1 min read
I sit in awe with a Serengeti King—
eyes glinting like grass in late light,
a voice soft enough
to loosen even stubborn minds.
Changed by him.
An honest laugh
carries across the open plain.
Generosity without measure.
Energy held
in tireless rhythm.
Changed again.
A freedom that settles
rather than roars.
Observations offered with ease.
A leader of land and song,
commanding without force.
Changed—not by title,
but by presence.