The African sun sets over the thorny bushes as the lion roars.
A cheetah cub ambushes a young gazelle while a wild eagle circles
high in the jungle sky.
The monkeys scurry along the green canopy trying to hid from the eagle's eye.
The eagle swoops down out of the amber colored sky and grasps the monkey by the neck.
The eagle flies to its nest high on the mountain side, and feeds the monkey to its young.
The giant of the jungle raises its trunk and bellows its disapproval of the human intruders
as it sways back in and forth down the jungle path.
Zebras run nervously across the African plain as a pride of lions looks on in vain.
Poachers chase animals' to the neck of the forest, where they kill them without remorse.
Now the sun is no more, now the moon is born.
The Africa sun is now the African moon.
And under the throne bush sleeps the lion.
The yapping of the hyena can be heard for miles around.
Fruit bats fly all around.
Some animals sleep while other eat.