In
the corner of the front yard
Of
my grandparent’s house
There
is a little area
Where
the roof line comes down low
And
there is a little garden
Where
we would always play
The
little corner is secluded and peaceful
It’s
where the elephant ears grow
Up
over the birds of paradise
With
their striking plumage
Silent
and watching
As
I enjoy my jungle life
And
I liked to sit in that corner
Under
the shade of the giant leaves
Watching
the light push through
Change
from the bright yellow shine
Becoming
a soft green caress
As
it filters through the chlorophyll
I
watch a crawling snail and hear the echo of lions
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