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 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.