we spoke with jungle
birds among the canopy
joining them in song
if ever a tree falls we know her loss.
in honor of sacrifice: built for the re
birth while sharing tales of past
walks recalled. our memory is life.
the butterfly beyond cocoon. we kno
where we have been and send our
message for word thru the drum.
some men would seize a tool and
then refuse to aid / i count my
brother.s blessing as my own
and when if ever causing injury
will try to bind the wound. for we
are anybody we have met / tho
some refuse to see ? you drank
the water falling from a stone
and taught me where to place
my lips upon the source of spring
to heal and what to leave behind
or when to bury what may serve
us best another day. while here i
bind my hand to find her wounded
paw and hear a string plucked draw
ing us together for this instrument
our world. she pollen ates my
thoughts and like the bee accepts
one hand within her honey comb.
my queen provides. so anyone near
threatening our hive will learn
the sting and venom of disrupted
harmony. i will not live outside her
mind and wouldn.t hesitate if to re
mind her why i stay close by.
greed becomes the snake
devoured by and lost with
in it self consumed