When you come here at the right time, you might just hear the lion roar. Yes, for this is the home of the Eastern Lions Soccer Club.
But today, I’m thinking of a different lion. Here amidst the swaying eucalypts and wattle, if I close my eyes and let my imagination run, I can see Aslan, the lion-king of C S Lewis’ Narnia Chronicles, standing atop the large fallen log. He tosses his mane and lets out a roar.
A few famous lines from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe come to mind:
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
“He'll be coming and going" he had said. "One day you'll see him and another you won't. He doesn't like being tied down--and of course he has other countries to attend to. It's quite all right. He'll often drop in. Only you mustn't press him. He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.”
“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
“Will the others see you too?" asked Lucy.
"Certainly not at first," said Aslan. "Later on, it depends."
"But they won’t believe me!" said Lucy.
"It doesn’t matter.”
Aaahh ... can you see him ...?