Like the rain on dry ground,
Like gentle waves on a stream of water,
Like the greenness of forest glades,
Like the colourful flowers in a garden,
Like the voice of singing birds,
Like the movement of graceful animals,
Like the grasses of the meadow,
Like the plains of the savannah,
Like the renewal of spring,
Like the melting snow and thawing ice..
The song of Bissong is the dew,
With her the promise of a new day.
The song of Bissong is a fountain
Springing out the rock,
The song of Bissong is carried in air—
Taken from the highest mountain
Down the deepest oceans:
Like the song of Bissong is nature,
Proclaiming God's tenderness in action..
©Iyanu 2017
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