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
