Shades of Green

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Acid drips off the leaves of palms,
Delicately balanced
Against the cool violet flowers
I can not name of what I see,
Simply smell the hotness,
Earthly delights in a primal fashion
Spawned into this natural chaos

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Ferns and leaves grope at the foot of a tree,
Coiled vines lash deep into the grounds,
That strangle desperately for sources of life,
Speckles of colour dot between leaves,
Only enhance these savage greens

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Evidence of human life remains
By the remains and stumps of trees,
Soft smooth bark over our average Oak,
Watch as another gives a deaf-less roar,
Then hacked for herbs and stuffed on trays,
The shell and body is left for small uses,
Its empty place is left to the insects

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Vibrant, everything is tense and vibrant,
The coolness of the undergrowth where mushrooms,
Kill and rot and lie, as they turn over in their slow sleep,
Patiently stay and let the greens drop to the floor
Where they wait to be digested

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Then rich light flows from the canopies,
Cool daily rain parts the trees,
The dampness sends a sweaty chill,
Yet all is alive and Jungle sighs,
Her greens sag as the raindrops fall
The animals cease their piercing calls
Enjoy a moment of truce as they bathe in the cold