I am golden and sweet, made by busy bees. You can spread me on bread or stir me into tea. What am I?

A ceiling vast, where dreams take flight, adorned in blue or starry white. Holds the sun and moon in sight, a canvas for the birds' delight.

I am a pillar of stone, smooth and tall, With no windows, doors, or seams at all. I stand in the desert, or deep in space, A silent giant from a hidden place. Ancient or modern, a mystery I bring, A shadow cast without saying a thing.

I arrive uninvited after too much light, A fiery kiss that lingers through the night. What am I?

On a sunlit rock a kingdom sings a tiny cub wears future rings his fathers fall his uncles lie he runs from truth beneath the sky with friends who chant no worries call he must return to rule them all hyenas laugh and vultures glide a circle turns with roaring pride which movie shows this lions way from frightened cub to king one day