Glossy leaves slipping under my finger tips
The life being emitted makes my heart tick
Lines of trees standing tall, draped in revelry
Wonderful colours, surrounding the bland creator’s imagery
Creations of epic proportions, gilded in gold
Like a Baghdad night, explosions unfold
Colours flash across the black night sky
Petals falling through their arms as they climb high
The paths hewn into the undergrowth and rock
Form the way through which predators stalk
Following the gifts that they wish to ensnare
One captures the winning prize, the rest get dregs and air
Lives roll through the workings of the jungle
Day in and out, they fall into place and tumble
Living their dreams, creatures go about their days
Creating the image which confronts us, working with the display
Glossy leaves slip from under the adventurer’s hands
Falling into place, a rectangle of life like mannequin stands
Waiting for the next adventurer the pages revel in time
In the darkness the images conspire, passing whispers down the line
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