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Srimad Bhagvata Mahapurana: Book 10: Chapter 21: Verses 14-18
In all probability, Oh mother[1], the birds (dwelling) in this forest are (no other than) sages, who-having perched on the boughs of trees clothed with charming foliage (devoid of fruits and flowers) so that they may be able to behold Sri Krsna (without any hindrance) and (since they have no attraction for such fruits and flowers)-hear the dulcet music of the flute poured forth by Him with unwinding (sleepless) eyes, other voices having altogether ceased for them. (The Gopis have evidently concluded this from the fact that perching on the boughs of the tree of the Veda and renouncing the fruit of actions promised in it, sages devote themselves to action alone corresponding to charming leaves-fixing their mind on the glory of Sri Krsna with the sole object of securing a vision of the Lord). Hearing the aforesaid music of Sri Krsna (the Bestower of Liberation) on that occasion, (even) the (inanimate) rivers-that had their rapid flow (towards the ocean, their darling) arrested through love (for Sri Krsna) betrayed by eddies-clasped both the feet of Sri Krsna (the Slayer of the demon Mura) with the arms of their waves in such a way as to fold them in their embrace, offering lotuses (as a symbol of their heart).
Witnessing (with the eyes of lightning) Sri Krsna duly pasturing the cattle of Vraja in the company of Balarama and the (other) cowherd boys in the (hot) sun and playing on the flute in their rear, a cloud appeared (over His head) and, swollen with love, did the service of an umbrella to its Friend (Sri Krsna, who resembles the cloud in hue and like a cloud allays the suffering of the people) with its body, covering Him (at the same time) with showers of flowers.[2] Fully accomplished of their purpose are the Bhila women who, when smitten with pangs of love at the Lord's sight, dismissed that agony besmearing their face and breasts with the saffron paste (originally) painted on the bosom of His darling and rendered still more charming by contact with the reddish hue of the lotus-feet of Sri Krsna (who is widely celebrated) and (ultimately) transferred to the blades of grass (of Vrndavana due to His ramblings there). Ah, this mountain (Govardhana), 0 fair ones, is the foremost of Sri Hari's servants in that it not only derives supreme joy from the touch of the feet of Balarama and Sri Krsna (joy which is betrayed by its horripilation in the form of fresh blades of grass), but also extends its hospitality to the two Brothers along with their cows and followers through (the fresh and pure) water (of its cascades), excellent pasture, caves (affording shelter to them) and its (produce in the form of) bulbs and roots.
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