Hallowed hall

Dappled light comes through the shade




In oxygen – rich air.



Under a high canopy

Live many layers of things.


Symphony of green, yellow, brown

With flecks of red and orange,

Leaves, lignum, flowers, berries.


Air filled with bird calls

And high pitched insect hum

Footsteps are soft

On the layered leaves of the forest floor.


We come from here

We have lived in trees

And caves and huts bent from branches

Under the sheltering shade of enormous plants

Amongst the forest fragrance.  


Moona 2012