Here, Now

Vegetation riots on the earth,
Big trees are king;
The stretch of river runs along,
Contented,
Into the quiet of shaded distances.
The air is warm and sweet,
Of mud,
The mystery of wilderness
Vigorous upon my nostrils.
On the silvery bank
A pair of reptiles
Are sunning themselves side by side;
There is joy in brilliance of the light,
The stream, the great silence, impenetrable forest.
For they’ve never known him,
Nor anything in their lives
Of his hollowing absence.

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