In the wild spaces of our earth
We stand together, trees
Of a tropical jungle.

In the hoary thicket of our heads
Eagles feed their young
With live meat, raw blood.

On the branches of our limbs
Bugs, ants, spiders, chameleons
Feed warmly on each other.

Against our sturdy trunks
Birds knock and carve holds
Right into our hearts

For shelter. And down at the base
Where our feet walk underground,
We make friends with worms.

We also sense the changes of weather,
Reading clouds that roll and thunder,
Whiplash of monsoon rain.

As we stand together in this
Last wilderness, we gape in awe
When lightning cracks the sky.

We fear the sound and smell
When one of us is struck
Soul-seared and burning.