Spirit of the Wild

Shadows embracing the heart of the forest
Making the colors monochromatic greens
Light clamoring how it could peep through
A canopy of branches and leaves
Creating a secured sanctuary
To the terranean organisms
Against the harshness of the sun
And the exploitation of mortal intruders.

A gust of wind from a location not known
And the floor of the damp undergrowth
Feels the warmth of the galactic orb
Resurrecting the thirsty and dying souls
Breathlessly suffocated
With the monotonous cacophony
Of the guardians of the wilderness.

Struggling its way through the underbrush
A bipedal entity wandering of no direction
Looking for answers
To a dilemma of choice
Between the fullness of heart
Or the brilliance of gold
Ambiguity of thought he seeks
Wisdom of the indigenous spirits
Sheltered in every corners of the jungle
Waiting.