"Jungle"
The hot muggy air
When the gnats are biting
And the leaves of the banana trees are wide
Falling over the white house walls
Where a lazy fan is twirling on a screened porch
There are chickens running in and out of the undergrowth
And the canopy of the trees lets in sunlight softly
Faraway the rush of falling water
Over some rocks and into pools of coolness
Where the fish play in swirls of light
In Jesus' Name,
Amen