Where is Narko Zonga now

Must be through the shrubbery now, aware of where you are.
Aware of what and who is around you, aware of who you are.
There still must be a lot to see, a lot to wonder and glare at.
Through a mangrove suspending metallic flowers from vines that never end.
Fireflies in twilight distract the mind, but not where you are now.
Those familiar orchestras guiding the way lighting through the dark in clement weather.
Horizontal luminosity showing the depth of where you are.
Colossal gentle features one cannot help but love.
Stretching in fields of dandelions then hopping on a seed, protecting you where ever it goes surrounded by it's transparent feather like wings.
Telling tales of battles between knife and fork then eating in the end...