There’s no escaping now
I’ve seen the Jungle, been touched by her green fire
and fury, soft to water flowing over ancient stones
where the twisting coils of enraptured climbers
lay confused masses over how best to reach heaven through the treetops

There’s no escaping now
we’ve heard and spoken words of Care, felt
the promises sink in deep, so deep, to root
and cozy we’ll be safe, only knowing we were moved far enough away to return
for the planting of once-again-forests with hands made for climbing
and cradling soft creek-side cheeks once more, reflected in trees and monkeys and bees
-oh Forest, you are full with our true inner selves: silly, shining, and divine

There’s only to travel now, to arrive:
we’ve imagined the scene, awoken to the vibrant bubbling visions, lucid colours
to the resplendent ever-reaching green shoots quivering under wavering endless blue skies
and a chocolate yellow sun who blows warm kisses over newborn praying children
where wanderers, you and I among them, stroll naked through the New Gardens
suckling sweet sticky fruits while we repopulate the land.