Mufassa

Long ago I left my world and treaded into the unknown.
The high and low of nature welcomed me into the Serengeti.
The change in the breeze didn’t seem to affect as much as the surrounding.
I had grown up watching these plains, yet I was not known to them.
And one day I met Mufassa, and the Serengeti became home.

Amidst the silent plains and the overflowing water holes, we found the rest of our herd.
To hunt, to sleep and to celebrate, amidst the sun and the smell of new monsoons,
The circle of life revolved around and within.
We basked in the glory of dark games in the glazing sunlight.
A silent prayer, a warm thought and some wicked plays, all in a moment.

A herd we formed, to stay in the plains; none else could be a part,
As we soiled our own ground, guarded in sunrise and sunset.
Healed the injured, felt the unfelt and revoked the dark cloud.
Rewarded were we with the glow of morning dew on our droopy eyes,
The scent of a new day lingered in the air and the fire of the starry night.

Mufassa had held his own and ours too.
But the shortcoming of life became the mirror of our destiny.
The vultures of time came stooping low,
The hyenas of trust turned a page.

Mardy, Melmen, Alex and Mufassa tried to hold on to Gloria.
But she and the sun escaped the plains of the Serengeti, even.
Into the cold went the seldom lonely, but alone Mufassa.
The cold shudders sent a wobbly quake in our hearts.
Today, we look beyond the plains, beyond Mufassa,
A life that beckons a bygone era.
Keeping the tradition of the come and go alive,
We look to rule the Serengeti again, this time only within ourselves.