The Merlion

It's a Singaporean legend,
A great beast that cannot be tamed.
With eyes like the murky bay,
And scales of seaweed green.
The Merlion rears up,
Guiding the way for my adventure.
Holding the map I need,
Waving me as I set off.
He travels with me,
Through ice, sleet, and hail.
My guardian angel,
Of gold and silver.
And as I return,
Aglow with foreign sun.
He stands there waiting,
Ready for the next time.