A Jungle Walk

The fresh scent of rain

Drips down through the cracks of the trees

All I can see is the misty lane

Curving through the jungle

My bare feet stinging on the stone 

The floor covered with fungi

The trees are like giants 

Higher and higher they reach for the sky

I won’t go back, not without defiance 

Cool breeze pushes me along 

My soaking hair sticks to my back

This, this is where I belong

Far from the city

In the dripping jungle

Here where it's pretty