near its creek in the everglades
the indigo snake lays wait
its den hides in palmetto brush
in realms that feel no hate
for in this land no humans dwell
to take more than the need
or hold a grudge till life is done
compelled by lust and greed
in that creek black water flows
ghost orchids bloom at dawn
a pond apple tree is heavy with fruit
and a doe watches her fawn
the snake and deer see life as just
in a garden paradise
they know no worry and no toil
it should make a man think twice
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