In the Tropics
One more for the jungle
one for the open sea
one for the clear sky
when you dont know where youre going
you barely know where youve been
when morning arises open your eyes and finally collide in me
As I raise my head up slowly and see what we came here for
awoken by the call
of those countless birds ascending in colours you cant describe
splatters of paint that scatter and taint the white of the canvas sky
So its one more for the jungle
one for the chicken bone
one for the burning field
and that coal black smoke ascending, filling our eyes and lungs
as the evening dies we look to the skies in wonder
that life goes on
Writer/s: Samuel Laurence Berridge
