Green Lizard's Afternoon

canopies flutter, bamboo grove sways, fronds of coconut palms wave, sunlight falls obliquely upon me on the trail that winds and tapers through a dense undergrowth, to a clearing yonder, I seek my gurgling, gleeful creek! easterly breeze sings, coaxes the leaves overhead to hum like a strange strumming of a dozen bass guitars; a tiny blur darts upward and whirls behind a branch, there it blinks down at me --that green lizard I see!