BLUE JUNGLE

<p class=ql-align-center>ranslucent </p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center>Walked upon a clear shining vein of the sun beaming</p><p class=ql-align-center>it's magnificent strength upon my face as</p><p class=ql-align-center>my eyes searched for its existence and beyond.</p><p class=ql-align-center>Each vein standing against itself </p><p class=ql-align-center>and on it's own</p><p class=ql-align-center>projecting it's own strength without permission. </p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center>I stand wistfully experiencing this wisdom</p><p class=ql-align-center>exhaling pure life</p><p class=ql-align-center>realizing</p><p class=ql-align-center>I must first inhale! </p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center>Am I translucent? </p><p class=ql-align-center>Am I so visible? </p><p class=ql-align-center>Does each vein represent a road I must take?</p><p class=ql-align-center>or a road to be taken to connect to the mainstream of the stem?</p><p class=ql-align-center>The root?</p><p class=ql-align-center>Can I travel that far </p><p class=ql-align-center>go the distance? </p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> ...</strong> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Nadolyn H. Robinson </p><p> </p>