Under a huge canopy of mahogany
Teak, ironwood and palm
Dark jungle gets even darker
Streaks of lightening, sudden calm
Then the jungle rumbles with thunder
Relentless rain comes pelting down
Flash floods sweep through undergrowth
Streams of swirling water muddy brown
Monkeys watch high up on branches
A snake slithers on the ground
Trekkers zig zag around fallen trees
On and on a rumbling sound
Wading along ankle deep,
along each path a leopard trap
Gloom lit by a flash of lightening
Then another thunder clap
Up to your usual high standers, well written can almost feel the force of the forrest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful poetry when you are going to love foliage. Nice.
Thank you Anil for such a lovely comment!