Jungles are natures advertisementA Poem by Carlos OchoaAt the top Golden jungles luster the imagination A gloss of adventure coating your consciousness Tasting the sweet dew pulsating off the lush green trees into the near air And down near the earth, the Rainforest The leaf sits as a princess, and the mushrooms their slaves The decay sends shivers down to the endless roots of the mushrooms The whispers of their love meander in unrecognizable patterns As they kiss they share land as equals For they do not judge, they share their ideas and Permeate their life through the scarce rays of light They dance in a rotten beauty
© 2014 Carlos Ochoa
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