The lion was gentle and strong. Oddly, many did not care for the lion even though the lion cared for them all. The lion did not know of the grapes flowing on a grassy patch but the lion shared his food and his skills and his soul. He's king of the wild.
Man came, all civilized, and the enamored population all but forgot about the lion. Man was good, so that's okay, but the lion's roar echoed in some hearts. But possibly he was roaring to himself.
And then, thousands of years later (or possibly earlier), a Swedish library houses the birth of recognition.