Leif Cocks and his jungle school

Zoo’s though there are many
And associations too
Wildness and real freedom
Is what is good and true
And Leif Cocks and his Jungle School
And his heartfelt caring way
Is picking up these victims
Of palm oil and dismay

By knowing them and understanding
That captivity
is really
An anthema and so he tries to be
Physical and tangible
Nothing to conceal
Becoming their existence
Mothering them for real
The lifeblood the true spirit
The marrow and the core
An indispensable frame of mind
Familial and sure

A connectedness and a fresh rapport
A kinship if you will
A proven common interest
An accompaniment to still
Be helping and proportional
To the knowledge that they need
To establish a perspective
And To adequately succeed

For each have their identity
But as orphans to come through
To gain their independence
To be creative and be true
To monitor their progress
In a loving mindful way
Confronting any problems
That may arise each day

The forests are in peril
Shrinking everyday
These great lungs of the planet
Being torn away
Huge expanses dwindling
And waning as we speak
The arborial apes
Are on notice
The union they seek
Is falling all around them
As man’s conflict grows
With wildness and with Nature
And mortification shows

Leif and others friends of his
Have bought up land and they
Are establishing a boudary
Where harmony can play
Some integrity in their future
An overview where they
Can feel and all embracing light
At the back end of each day

Bringing order back to those
Who lost just everything
Is hard
Being someones mother
To a heart that has been scarred
To all intents and purposes
An upheaval came to be
A whirlwind of emotions
A ragbag tragically
Descended on their outlook
Embroiled them in such pain
Helping them build a future
Yes back up again

Took a visionary and an angel
A real life man of green
An initiate of spirit
Its inception felt extreme
Compassion goes along way
With a heart of purest gold
With the sinew of a gentle soul
Who felt the need to hold

To love the forest people
The red apes in the trees
To show them their uniqueness
To escort them and to please
To monitor their being
To give them time to be
Themselves to feel each moment
And their volatility

And re wilding them
And seeing their independence he
Feels all that emotion
As to their destiny
Looming on the horizon
the need for change and care
With other crops expanding
Into forests, he’s aware
The work Must go on avidly
For assumptions will not do
In the luxuriance of the forests heart
We must hope his dreams come true

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