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.