Serengeti King

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.