Tree hanging out of the cliff,

Branches searching the deep abyss,

Tall palm peering the blue sky,

Fanning the clouds till they cry,

Runners flowing across the river,

In and out of the rapid water,

Then there are the wide old giganteum,

Who cannot help, but look so glum!

Shrubs competing with the veins to cover all land,

Dinner plates over the water forming a band,

Over the jungle, far and high,

A covey of cranes fly by,

Pecking on wet insects on the rocks,

Content little egrets move as a flock,

A cave on the riverside adds to the intrigue,

The part of the jungle enveloped in mist and mystery.