Tall to climb.
Its peak in the clouds, immersed.
Black beautiful rocks all over.
Do you really exist?

Pink and orange flowers all over.
How bright they shine!
As they share their fragrance.
Birds in angelic voices sing.
Who cares for you?

Are these trees?
Taller than I have ever seen.
Monkeys on their branches rest.
Hissing sounds I hear behind black rocks.
Fierce roaring ahead.
Wandering in you, I cease not.

Don’t you get tired?
Vomiting those great waters.
Turning them into springs and oceans.
Oh! How I stare and wonder.
You reflect the Almighty’s power.