Lightly bend the breeze...
The aroma is that of freshness, purity, and revitalization.
Crickets and a wild array of birds are the heart beat of the jungle.
A quick realization, of the many hues of green, can be made.
It’s almost redemption,
from each of our, ongoing stories.
The rays of brilliance shine down, through many layers of deep dark secrets.
The smile is but a tiny proportion of the delight felt.
Behind the jungle the water plays its’ own song;
comparable to Bach’s wildness and as relaxing as a child’s lullaby.
This is one of those moments in time,

Unable to be perfect,


Still so near.