Listen to Nature sing from the waterfalls,

She thrashes her garments upon the rocks

And wash them with very soft palms

She sends soft waters crashing into the pool

Watching the blue skies as her fingers work

When the waters descend they form

Curtains of white mist

And when the waters touch the pool below

They become changed in the bubbling green

Loose soil cling to Water lilies and Fern roots

As falling waters push the crabs to their burrows

Echoing Natures songs till the evening