Clear the cover of ancient lovers, drinking in earth

shoulder of her rocky boulder, splitting tree from land

smoke slowly rises, plane above the canopy

washing light out of its height and raining

pouring over every offer given

skin the naked jungle rhythm

fill the coffers, offer of a tree

It is of man to take of land, my hand between it still

my hand between, blood run serene and rivulet until…

rivulet and rip in time, rip a hole to see

through green glow and below, away the Canopy