There is a place
 Where floras blend
And golden specks
 Of light descend
Through countless waves
 Of darkened green
And all appears
 To be serene
As feathered shrieks
 And chattered call
Both warn of coils
 Which twist and crawl
With lethal stealth
 Among the vines
While far below
 Fate intertwines
As furtive prey
 In fear withdraw
From stalking death
 Of fang and claw
And newborns stir
 On mossy green
Where life is heard
 But seldom seen.