It is mid-day
But all is silent
One tree rustles above me
The lofty palm
Forgotten in the breeze
Unsuspecting, the sweetness of his words
Rushes on my mind
Scenes of men and gods
Sounds of flutes and beating drums
Cymbals clash
Devine King of the Rainforest
With furs and feathers
You rest alone
In a timeless sweet land
Only to sleep
Only to dream
You are a sacred bird
Against the mountainside
It was on this day
That the sun’s rays
Cleared his eyes
And my thoughts are only of him
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