He runs towards a rainforest biodome not realising it’s an artificial paradise.
His tiny feet step frantically towards an unknowing compromise.
A museum exhibition of an unspoilt earth,
To point out our human vulgarity for all it’s worth.
His heart racing, without understanding, it’s kind of fake,
It’s an induced Eden, a souvenir keepsake.
He’s high on the vapour of rainforest clouds,
In mystery and magic where the canopy abounds.
Returning to the forest for story telling and plant healing,
Flowers flourish, bodies absorb a familiar sacred feeling.
Wildlife cohabits this tropical space, where human, animal and plant each have their place.
Where waterfalls and the power of nature are respected and understood.
From the intensity of lightning to the tiniest, bright bud.
A vine bridge emerges from a hazy steam cloud,
His face alive with wonder, his every smile makes me proud.
Jungle fruits nourish, nature heals me through joy,
When I see the natural world through the eyes of this boy.
How am I so distanced from these simple truths, I don’t understand?
To see the majesty everywhere, just by holding a little hand.