Jungle Dawn

In the cool morning the sun rises. Over the sleeping jungle lies: Cold, still fog—from the sun it flies To wake the sleep of lonely night. The parrot’s feathers shake with chill. As through the trees the sun does peep; To wake new life in things that sleep— And banish all the thoughts of night! The tiger’s hairs stand up on end. The monkey wakes to scream and shout: “The dawn has come. The sun is out!” Vanished now are the things of night— For dawn is only the reign of Light!