Jungle Veld

The jungle veld The veld was thick with grass Burnt grass charcoal black Shining black like gates of hell Ashen clouds were fleeting the sky Spraying tiny sobs of snow flakes The wind whistling a chilling sonnet The horizon a Gothic potrait Twin ranges conspicuous to my blared vision Shine and barren like dwala ridges A stick riverlet forcing its self between Overtly begging for a divine cleansing in time To quicken the flows and the floods Thuding through the perilous interlocking caverns A torid stream of desire booming from within Spectation would be a noble act From such a vintage of contemplation, What would you choose nobility or Valor? The jungle is for the audacious But going there with naivety is for the mobid hearts Bravery pairs with thoughts I took my gum boots, my overcoat, my rainsuit And hit the jungle It might be worth of exploring