The lion closed his eyes, half asleep, allowing himself a rare moment of peace among the golden grasses. His heavy mane swayed softly in the wind, as if framing the majesty and strength hidden behind the calm. He listened to the sounds of the savannah - the distant cries of birds, the rustling of grass and the breathing of the earth. In this silence, it was felt that even in rest, he remained the master of his world.
Original painting with high-quality acrylic paints in a single copy.