Save the Jungle

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

with stumps

and a graveyard

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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