… the roar of lion is no longer to be heard. An eerie silence has come upon the forest. How one animal’s voice can boom through the forest and vibrate the entire space is unknown. Lion trumps the place, his presence was felt in every nook and corner of the forest. The forest can never be the same, no other animal fills the air in the same way. No other animal walks the forest in the same manner, no other animal has such a commanding presence. Things are no longer the same. The air is now boringly lighter, the ground is uninterestingly steadier. The water pool is peaceful, orderly and uneventful. Nothing to excite the mind. Nothing to trouble the serenity of the forest and mind. The forest holds still.
There is enough food now, no more squabbles, but the food is bland and unappetizing, there is no chase for it. No fight to season it. Lion is gone and the forest is a little less colourful. The fearful and terrifying one is no more and the animals are confused.
Where is the big laughter? Where is the tumbling and rolling over belly laughter? The jokes are no longer funny, the soul of the forest is gone. The loud voice is gone.
How can a forest be without lion? What kind of forest will that be? Lion left his indelible mark on the grounds of the forest. Who can take the place of lion? Who will replace him? Who will wear the shoes? No one I guess, there is only one lion and there will only be one lion. None can wear the shoes. No one can be lion.
We take courage for we knew Lion enjoyed forest life with his friends. Lion’s friend, lioness is lonesome, she is lost, her partner is gone, her companion is gone, and the forest is quiet. None to commune with.
The animals go round in circles, like one without a compass. Lion is gone, the roar that demands to be addressed is silenced. The forest is calm like still waters, waiting for the next wave of roarers.
The forest needs its roar, lion is gone, and the forest is quiet. Roar! Screams the forest.
Beautiful Ivory 