The water tumbles gently over the rocks
Going down the distance as it mocks.
The birds and the fishes cry with glee
As the water gently falls over me.

The water races quickly as it nears the bottom
To reach the white cloud made of soft cotton.
Under this place hides a world
As if from heaven it was hurled.

Serenity, tranquility, the peace and calm
Covers over me like a soft, gentle balm.
Only the water gently touches the rocks
As time stands still in all the clocks.