Dreams Are Near

Upon the sun-warmed rock they lay,

Two rulers of the golden day.

The lion’s mane, a tangle bold,

The lioness, serene, controlled.

Their kingdom vast, yet dreams are near,

The grasslands hush so they can hear

Each other’s breath, a gentle song,

Two rumbling snores, low, deep, and strong.

The sky turns soft, the shadows creep,

The mighty hunters drift in sleep.

And though they rule both land and air,

On that one rock—just dreams they share.