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.