Guardians of Greenland

Swinging from branch to branch,
and munching on bananas,
high above the crown of the tree,
there peeks the monkey.

In the cave of the jungle,
with the pitch black airspace,
arises the radiant eyes,
as he jump-starts his day from his kingdom,
discerning and devouring on prey,
there arrives the king of the jungle, the Lion.

High above the sky,
glides the little birdie,
wings wide as the Nile,
settles the bird in his eyrie,
laying it's wings in sympathy,
shows a sense of courtesy to it's hatchlings.