Here, Now

Vegetation riots on the earth,

Big trees are king;
The stretch of river runs along,

Contented,
Into the quiet of shaded distances.

The air is warm and sweet,

Of mud,
The mystery of wilderness

Vigorous upon my nostrils.

On the silvery bank
A pair of reptiles

Are sunning themselves side by side;

There is joy in brilliance of the light,

The stream, the great silence, impenetrable forest.

For they've never known him,

Nor anything in their lives 

Of his hollowing absence.