Alone in the Jungle

November 27, 2013 21:19:45 AST

I slash my way through the weeds in the rainforest.
I look all around and see a sea of emerald green.
Not another man woman or child for a hundred miles,
The hot, humid air stifles all who venture here.
I am the first to arrive in almost a hundred years,
And yet someone came here before me just yesterday.

The vines cloak the path that winds through the jungle.
The streams of tears that flow from the trees,
Trees which tremble with terrible woe.
Woe is the wind which blows through them
The sad song of the angels in heaven above.
The angels mere denizens in a lonely sky,

Their tears arrive at the mourning of the one.
The deluge arrives to cleanse the land.
Tears stream down my own face, as I look deep within,
That is when I find it in my soul, the truth,
If you are godless you are truly alone.
For that, the angels and the land truly weep.