The passion of the wave
Blowing without caution
The signs of her music
Only known to her inhabitants.
Dancing time is here
The trees shall dance
The grasses shall dance
The living and non-living
All shall hear her melodies.
Gentle by gentle her drumming evokes
Wild by wild her dancing began
Day in day out her sound spreads
In mysteries that is only know to the spirits.
�Nsikak Andrew, 13th April, 2008 & 14th May, 2008