In the cradle of the morning light,
A lion roars with all its might,
Majestic king of golden mane,
Ruling over the savanna’s plain.
The dolphins play in ocean’s embrace,
Leaping high with joyful grace,
Their laughter echoes ‘neath the waves,
In watery realms, where freedom saves.
High above in azure sky,
Eagles soar, gracefully they fly,
With eyes that pierce the distant lands,
Guardians of the mountain’s hands.
Beneath the stars, the wolf pack sings,
A haunting tune the night wind brings,
United in their ancient call,
In harmony, they stand tall.