In the rainforest, where the clouds hang over the trees, green and white creating a floating silver lining just above the tree tops. Green leaves sparkle as the grey light bounce off their dew sprinkled surface, monkeys sing in response to the chatter of the parrots. In some parts of the forest, the leaves are green cold, as mother’s eye attempt to escape the clouds. The scent of the soil fills the air, nature on simmer. Straying flower petals glides through the underbrush using natures transportation, settles in the yards, on the dirt roads and on the galvanized roofs.
I have woken up to the rooster crowing, walked out my front door, feel the early morning breeze brush against my face, looked down at tropical dew drip off the rose petals blooming in the flower garden, but I have never seen frost form on a yellow rose, I wish to see that.
The morning has broken
Dew falls off the leaves drip, drip, dripping onto the grass
the sun have arrested the dark light
it’s the eve of your smile