The call of the Stream: tributary of the crocodile river

1.

Now I stand before you, great stream

You tributary of the crocodile river

Flowing from the hills, where no man knows

To our gardens, where beautiful roses grow

2.

I stand before you, Gods own living sculpture

Carved off dust and loam, points of rocks

With fine white waters falling from your top

As your waters rush somewhere without stop

3.

The greens are mixed with brown-black earth

Clouds form a circle above your clean waters

Beneath the waters, is your hideous enclaves

Where the crocodiles rule and the mudfish live

4.

In the midst of the troubled waters that fall

Is a pool which are white but green when settled

Mushrooms abound in the shallow areas of your flow

Marshes, hidden swamps stay at the banks that is low

5.

The banks are slippery, wet with straying waters

Greying mud, untouched, stay humbly unperturbed

The falls fall, mother Nature sings above across the hills

She wash her garment upon the rocks of the waterfalls

6.

Tiny fragment of water fall, tumbling, rolling

Joyfully joining the others in a bigger splash 

Crabs raise their tentacles daring any intruder

But to you oh stream you made all to wonder

7.

Now, I stand before you, great stream

You tributary of the crocodile river 

Flowing from the hills where no man knows 

To our gardens, where beautiful roses grow