Cloud Forests

In the Andean cloud forests
A warm hanging shroud
Drifts from the clouds
And feels kind of proud
Sitting quietly on gnarled boughs
And gleaming leaves
That spreads at light level
And quietly achieves

All kinds of parrots
Sing cluck and bring
Their myriad music
Each one a king
Of melodious rapture
And sensorial prose
That gives back much more
As anyone knows

Such life force abundance
Comes hither and to
Ten foot of Condor
A Tapir or two
A spectacled Bear
With its patches so true

At 6000feet they happen
And they
rise into the great clouds
Where epiphytes play
Orchids so beautiful just everywhere
And all kinds of funghi
Created by air

Winds that are bitter
Carrying frost
The great Andes mountains
Exact a great cost
Volcanic spirits leap into the sky
With their myriad streams
We must never belie

The magic that spreads
Over everything here
The height of perfection
Abundantly clear
Rejuvenation its healing we see
Before our tired eyes
A true therapy

Inspired by Mythic Woods

By Jonathan Roberts