Breath Within The Jungle

I ran away to the jungle, with green leaf's shading me from the bright lemon sun over head, and vines so thick they tangle round the branches suffocating the bark like silk ribbon necklaces.

I found my way to the river, a bubbling waterfall fills through this comfortable scene as I lay within the water, safe from harm even though a tiger has stood beside me, standing guard protecting me.

I stand up out of the river as water still sprays out from the waterfall while snakes of green curl around vines watching my every move, as I continue to walk underneath them aware of their piecing eyes watching me, I find my way though the forest, with the tiger still beside me, the fresh earth underfoot with it's scent cleaning, pure and sweet earthly mud.

I continue alone this path until I come to a tree, where the monkeys swing from branch to branch, gathering fruit in golden yellow, which dangles down in bunches, I carefully climb up helping myself to a banana or two, their rip and sweet, slightly soft but not mush, so much nicer than store brought slop.

This is where I find myself within the jungle, a place were I can breath release from the hustle and bustle of city scoops, so I think I will stay here within the jungle far away from city scopes, safe with fruit so naturally sweet and natural rip with animals so elegantly peaceful and serene, far away from the city hoards too busy with their endless mindless dully driven lives.