Through a break in the trees –

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 sky does not skim upon

Its delicate countenance.

It refuses the trees' approach.

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.