A greener Brown

Carelessly, I wait to go into the jungle Anxious thou confused It was a huge and odd contrast from, the mountains of the Drakensburg yet passion was so familiar like the snow bed. Tired of climbing; wanting to peck through: “Come on its time” Peaks ofjoy seal me Gracefully I open up with a leap of faith Thou congested through the pink jungle, I had a guiding star light, the voice had called me in, shinning through a bright encouraging spectrum, only to dim down and die in the mists, where north equals south and east points to the west. © 2006, Lazola Belle