An Ode to a Land Unexplored.

The beasts are sharing the daily gossip
Chiming in over the dense thicket

The leaves brushing against each other

Cheek to cheek

As droplets slide down curves

Into turquoise puddles

Forming above the fresh earth.

The sunlight tries to peek

Through soft openings

Hoping to once again

Greet the eyes below

We wander with only skin

And soul

Making the elements our own

Trading hand for paws

And lungs for gills

As the fruit of our mother

Gives us life away from the brick

and pulsing lights

For the raindrops here

Sing rather than cry

While falling.