In his country,
The summer monsoon blows flute music
Through bright beetle-holes in the waving bamboos.
Waterfalls sound dense continuous drums.
The urgent calls of sambhar stags are oboes;
Bees on the flowering slopesbecome lutes.
Excited by the teeming voices,
An audience of female monkeys watches in wonder
The wild peacock in the bamboo hill
Sway and strut
Like a dancer
Making his entrance on a festival stage.
Quoted from: Science 291: 1705-1706 (2001)