Deep in green jungle,
A woman gives birth. A boy.
Healthy and alive.
The jungle's cold rains
Consumed the mother's sore lungs...
With her body sore...
Too weak to stand,
She wraps the babe with her cloth
And whispers to him,
"Hush, my little son,
I may not be with you, but...
You will shine and love...
She digs a small hole,
"I'll be with you; I love you..."
Her eyes close again...
The babe laid beside,
Wrapped warmly in a blanket,
Cries throughout the night...
The Savannah's stars
Glistened through the dark, cool night...
Trustful and calm friends...
Rustles through the trees...
A native rides through the vines
Heavy rains pour hard...
The native brushed on... Then,
He heard the baby's soft cries...
The spirits led him...
Blazing on his hooves...
The native is not man. Quite...
A mix of beast-man...
This man's a zebra...
Lean, strong, fast, a kind hybrid
Of zebra and man.
Upon his searching...
He found the cries' source: The boy.
With its cold mother...
Frowns placed on each sprite...