by Arnon Mano
As I trek through the living jungle,
Maneuvering through the creeping vines,
Through a gap of vermillion canopy,
A piercing beam of sunlight shines.
The entire clearing is illuminated,
In a brilliant blaze of golden light.
Vibrant flowers bathed in a blinding aura, Oh what a wondrous, stunning sight!
But the beauty of this spectacle
Is only truly enhanced
By the pristine depths of the adjacent river,
Churning in a rapid dance.
Against the river's deafening roar,
Less audible sounds are scarcely heard;
The solemn chirping of a lonesome cricket,
The sweet sing-song of a migrating bird.
As I recall all I'd just taken in,
A gentle breeze, the river's churn,
The dappled light, the sentry trees,
I'm certain that I will return.
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