Open your eyes
Let them fill with chloryphyll
For a thrill.
Heady and heightening.
Feel yourself grow taller
Stretched like a long leaf
Eyes drawn skywards.
The sky is no limit for these trees
Just a place to stand and sway.
Open your ears
The jungle speaks in binaural beats
There’s a dynamic sense of peace
Like the acknowledgement of standing on tectonic plates
The paddy fields contend with these vertical forces
Their supine landscapes spread and settle
A new green
Open your mind
England was not always concreted over
Forests and fields once reigned
Now parks and beaches seem only an afterthought
An ode, a nod, a tipped cap to what was once there before.
A guilty pleasure.
So much of what we need is in the wilderness
All the multifarious magical parts nourish us. Complete us.
So many birds sing together
And amongst their cacophony
We blend in and call out,
“Listen to me now jungle, I need you!”
Flo is a dabbler in passions: painting, poetry, writing and film.
Yoga teacher and medical anthropologist.
Opportunist and explorer of serendipity.