The beautiful sunset’s golden-tipped sky
The moonlit-bathed eagle soaring by
The burned-out stars that now are gone
All will sing of the wings of dawn.

The sweet-faced children playing alone
The rich-robed king on his golden throne
The silky doe with her wobbly-legged fawn
All of them sing of the wings of dawn.

The puppies wrestling and wriggling around
The scorpions and animals who live in the ground
The rustling leaves, the grassy lawn
All will proclaim of the wings of dawn.