The Boy Who Lost His Roar

This is Benji, who loves to roar,
In the kitchen, the hall, and out the door.
He sneaks up on friends to make them scream,
With a roar that’s as loud as it may seem.

One sunny day, when the sky was blue,
The house was still, and the trees were too.
Benji woke up and dashed down the stairs,
But nobody was there, not by the chairs.

He puffed out his chest, and he curled his hands,
To roar out his best in the room’s demands.
One foot back, with knees bent low,
Benji was set to steal the show.

He slung back his neck and closed his eyes,
He opened his mouth and reached the skies.
But nothing came out—no roar, no sound,
Benji’s voice was lost, nowhere to be found.

“I’ve lost my roar!” Benji said with a frown,
Feeling sad as his spirits fell down.
Just then, a figure appeared, so small,
A mouse with a crown, not scary at all.

It marched right up, looking proud and bold,
Wearing a crown that was bright as gold.
The mouse looked up at Benji and said,
“Why so glum? Why hang your head?”

“I’ve lost my roar,” Benji said with a sigh,
“I can’t make a sound, no matter how I try.”
The mouse just nodded and started to speak,
But Benji cut him off, feeling tired and weak.

“You’re just a mouse, so tiny and small,
What could you know about roaring at all?”
The mouse just smiled and tipped his crown,
“Well, suit yourself,” he said with a frown.

Benji just watched as the mouse walked away,
Still feeling glum on that sunny day.
He wandered on, hoping to find,
Someone who could help, someone who was kind.

Then a growl came close, deep and low,
A Lion appeared, with a mighty glow.
“Something wrong?” the Lion purred,
Benji stammered, not finding a word.

“Oh… I’ve lost my roar!” Benji said with a gasp,
Feeling quite small, as if he might collapse.
The Lion chuckled, “Maybe I can help,
Let’s give it a try, don’t worry yourself!”

He puffed out his chest, his paws held tight,
Bending his knees, ready to fight.
The Lion slung back his mane, closed his eyes,
Opened his mouth, and reached the skies.

But no sound came out—not a peep, not a roar,
The Lion’s face fell, more puzzled than before.
“I’ve lost my roar!” he said with a sigh,
Now both felt lost, unsure why they’d try.

They wandered on, feeling low and small,
When a shadow appeared, growing big and tall.
A Dragon flew down, with scales so bright,
And eyes that sparkled in the morning light.

“Hello there,” the Dragon said with a grin,
“What seems to be wrong? Why so thin?”
“We’ve lost our roars,” Benji said with a sigh,
“We can’t make a sound, no matter how we try.”

The Dragon nodded, and puffed out his chest,
He took a deep breath, trying his best.
But no roar came, just a wheeze and a puff,
The Dragon looked down, feeling not so tough.

The three sat down, feeling sad and low,
When the mouse came back, with a confident glow.
The mouse looked up, with its crown held high,
“I see you’ve lost your roars—now give it a try.”

The Lion and Dragon looked down at the mouse,
Could this tiny creature really help them rouse?
The mouse stood tall, proud and strong,
“It’s not about size, it’s what’s inside that’s long.”

Then suddenly— the mouse let out a roar!
A sound so loud it shook the floor.
The trees bent low, and the clouds rolled back,
As mountains trembled and skies turned black.

The roar shook the earth, from the hills to the sea,
And all of the creatures ran wild and free.
The Lion and Dragon, and Benji as well,
Could feel the power in the mighty yell.

The mouse grinned wide, standing proud and tall,
“Your roar’s still there, just inside after all.
Believe in yourself, let courage be your guide,
Your roar will return, and stay right by your side.”

The Lion, the Dragon, and Benji all thought,
Could this be true? Was this what they sought?
They puffed out their chests, stood up tall,
Each feeling braver, no longer small.

With a deep breath in, and eyes closed tight,
They roared together with all their might.
The roars echoed far, through the hills and trees,
Louder than ever, carried on the breeze.

Benji roared like a dinosaur, fierce and proud,
The Lion and Dragon joined, mighty and loud.
They laughed and cheered, their fears all gone,
Thanks to the mouse, they knew they were strong.

The Dragon smiled, spreading his wings,
“Remember, my friends, confidence is everything.”
The Lion roared once more, feeling grand,
And Benji knew, with friends close at hand.

That no matter their size, or how small they seem,
Their roars would stay strong, just like their dreams.