deep in the concrete jungle,
there is a small oasis
hidden in the courtyard of aging hotel,
a forgotten service entrance,
cracked sidewalk,
seeds blown
caught in the crevice’s
dust gathered by rain,
layers
roots growing down,
limbs shooting up,
a nest
fertilizer,
a leaky pipe,
a small lake,
flowers bloom
bees,
drink,
the sweet nectar,
a hive,
a little jungle
that no one sees.
I really like the way this poem makes the little jungle seem huge at the same time we know it is rather small. The words you used just really helped give me that feeling. I just liked this poem a lot.
thank you, I am only just reading them now, it is better than l thought it was when l was done.