It’s the breath of God perhaps

It’s the breath of God perhaps,

caressing her creation 

lovingly, expressively. 

 

the rainforest breathes God in and breathes life out

showing us creation before it was 

        marred by the cruelty of the world  

shrouded in the ephemeral embrace of the divine, 

the forest unabashedly shelters those who call her home 

the flowers and the trees and the birds and the butterfly

 

the sun feebly peers through the fog, softly 

illuminating what lays below

a few tendrils break away, 

eager to explore all the hidden nooks of the forest

frolicking among the stoic rocks and stern-faced cows

 

they dance in the wind and pay homage to the skies

 

and the million and one shades of green blur together, 

as if in a watercolor pulsing with life

 

wild and free, untouched and unbroken

the forest grows 

unassisted by humans but 

led along lovingly by the hand of the divine