“I hear the strong sound of drums
Come from lands far, far away
Music living up the hills and slums
Down to the seaside by the bay.”

The call of the birds flying home
As darkness unfolds her cloak on the earth
The choir of frogs across the little pond
Singing and croaking out their hearts
The sweet wind that blows hard
When the clouds thunder and rain
Victoria Lake and her lively waterfalls
With nature’s own strings and bows
The wailing of mangabeys and partridges
In the African wilderness of the veldt
The Sahara in the sun and her sandstorms
The laughter of the hyena and drunk men
And the whistling of the pine trees
On romantic and strongly airy nights.

Mother Nature plays her strange music,
and she plays for those who care to listen.