Enchanted emerald dark and hairy stream.
Rippling down over rocks under the stars it would seem.
Eyes of night glittering pebbles in the sand.
Monkey faced man swooping down with his hand.
Echo of the swamp bouncing off the leaves of all the trees.
The beating of that sound in time would put you on your knees.
Marching like three hundred soldiers in formation.
Beautiful sound and sight of natures nation.
Green night not frail, beaten or worn.
Like a hornets nest if agitated will swarm.