A NATIVE THINKER

Standing pensive beneath a waterfall,
within a tropical rainforest a native
peers through the cascade of a gentle
mist, a rainbow of colours reflected,

a complex network of uncultivated wilderness
he stops to listen, Macaws call to each other
high up in the trees, monkeys swing grasping
fruit on their way then stop to eat their fill,

stepping from the cooling water he remembers
his late fathers words, "the monsters are
coming to destroy our world, they will eat up
our forest, then will come the dragons of the
air to breathe fire. Son the world we know will
be lost forever."

Those words stick in his mind as he hears the
distressing sound of engines, though he knows
not what they are, but that they get closer
each day, destroying everything in their path,

his bare feet hardened to the rough terrain,
he moves with ease further into the forest
knowing the scarred, futile land has been
devastated at the hands of these strangers,
he feels them moving closer and closer to his
humble village, he fears the worst will come.