Commission for The Doctor on Lioden

Here's your poem!

A long river meanders along on a peaceful plain

Lions rest there; there is no pain.

Is this a heaven?

Nothing plagues these lions; there is no aggression.

Leaves float along in the wing; this is the pride of Serenity Leaves.

In this land, no one grieves.

No, no. In this land, it is calm.

And in this land, it is quiet.