Amazonia

Slate grey silhouettes
From the forest on high
In the clouds where the mists
Hang and we must ask why
Liana’s,epiphytes draw from the air
And the raindrops that fall
for all now to share
The forest floor with
The litter of the gods
Where stink birds and snakes
And reptiles are at odds
All trying to catch a fresh meal
Or two
In what is a mish mash of
Compost and dew
So much to realize
So much to see
Great shoots and tendrils
The canopy
high in the heavens
Basked in the light
Of the moon’s silver ball
Encouraging night

Inspired by Mythic woods

By Jonathan Roberts