lush green trees sway
to the rhythm of wild
rain drops.
They are willing
players in this symphony
of tropical sound. We are inside,
all around us, this eternal
spring time production.
A living tower breaches
through the floor, extending
through the center of our shelter,
protruding out of the roof, reaching
for the clouds, holding us up.
She is next to me, here,
where hours pass like days
as we breathe in the canopy
and rest in its song.
We mimic the embrace
of this tree and house affair.
Two now one
Together.
© Gabriel Forsyth 2012
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