Friday, March 9, 2012

JUNGLE LORE



Tranquil fluidity all around is your presence,
Sounds emanated on purpose is your lesson,
Silence being the music of life is your essence,
Balance by all for all and of all is your fashion.

Different lives have a distinct sound,
Threat or fortune is interpreted on the ground,
Friend or foe is for the listener to sound,
Could be a partner or the hungry, moving around.

Every call is given either to attract the mate,
To drive away rivals and warn of a fate,
Progeny and security on every date,
Love and fear are the only two shores of your state.

Some creatures can fly, some can crawl,
Some in between, some not at all,
While some are welcome, others they fall,
Every creation is unique inside your mighty wall.

Flowers and leaves of every hue,
Fruits and fragrance to attract the few,
Nourishment in exchange of life to sew,
For preserving the cycle of existence, every role is due.

Sunlight steals softly incline,
Storms to a height and then slowly decline,
Morning rays wakes all the active to fall in line,
To industry and the evening to rest and recline.

Nothing goes waste in the Jungle ‘Bo’,
Dry leaf or branch or even dead bone,
To recycle you teach with a humble tone,
Our universe is one, to us from the urban clone.

Every life form is sourced from the basic wealth,
Universal energy is the root of every breath,
From where we come is to where we go in death,
The Jungle endures this law as a glories wreath.

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