I am glistening snow in the mountains
Always move (restless) to reach the sea
Ocean is the only place I rest and feel peace
But the journey consists of the vertical stream
From where I fall to show my mother nature’s beauty
And also of the river where I hobnob with aquatic lives
Ain’t I like working wife (note: all wives are working wives)?
Taking care to keep this earth (home) beautiful by being cascade
And heeding the fishes and the crabs as children
Not disturbing them in their voyage
And with bliss for kitchen acting as a salt.