Jungle Stillness

In the deepest green of Earth Are undisturbed moments Spaces filled with lurking silence Omnipresent, incomplete. Then like wandering notions The sounds of its residents Will burst through the facades Intermittently, without warning Then fritter away into shadows And once again there is the quiet Of the jungle in its stillness. The burning eye of the high cerulean Has not spied all its secrets As canopy in pride and glory meets it And below the jungle rules. Night, a solid wall of blackness Day, in random bars Here, a violent scent There, a flaming tincture Everywhere is dampness And pungent mulch perfume Rising at each footstep. Adventurers or fools would enter Then the foliage surrounds them For the jungle absorbs all And all bar none.