The leaves began to change; Vibrant shades of reds and oranges fell everywhere, coloring the ground as sunsets paint the sky. This peculiar area, however, seemed tended, with purples and greens slashing through the autumn shades. The numerous trees rained their bright petals continuously, as if winter'd never come and their leaves were of no end.
Far more curious was the figure towering over the petite flowers, watering them, humming a cheery tune. His appearance was lion-like, with a great green mane and a flower decorating the base of his tail. Symba smiled to himself as he cared for his 'children'. He had several little Foundlings of his own with the love of his life who he'd come home to after his daily work was done. Could this day get any better?
