I moved through the towering trees,
with their mellifluous melody and
various greens and browns, reds and
yellows painting a kaleidoscope, and
a perfect canvas for the glory of nature
there. Awed, as in a holy place I saw,
the joyous sound of water over stone.
I sat and watched its furious rushing
forcing its way to a distant ocean.
Butterflies lighted on my hands fearlessly,
ants strolled by and monkeys chanted,
while birds of every colour flew, making
a whirlwind, a multi-hued iridescence.
I watched water crashing and falling,
rainbows marching through the spray.
giving grace to the multitude that
played with Iris, the mother of
their dancing, light-splitting joy.
Around me damsels flitted, and all
around brilliance burst like fireworks.
I marvelled at the spectrum dancing
amongst the foliage in pure delight.
Silence and awe filled my senses,
but as I turned to take my leave I saw
in the distance, not the sun and skies
of blue, but menacing darkness, which
smashed, and slashed out that life; that
gave this spectacle its smorgasbord
of iridescence and hues. Marching
mercilessly the army of humans
trashed their homes
replacing the hallowed
and a graveyard