Through a break in the trees
Flows a tawny river
Sanding the rock endlessly
As a peerless carver.
The jungle is not seen
In the murky water\'s face.
The skies do not skim upon
Its delicate countenance.
It refuses the tree\'s growth.
The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace
Skipping them away.
Its waters fill my mind.
I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
For which my heart longs.