Wouldn’t you rather be in the grasslands
dancing to the winds and rains, being a blade,
being green and grounded, centred in the land,
watching the timelessness of light and shade?
Wouldn’t you rather be in temperate zones
be a willow weeping into a lake,
the paving under old arches, or keystones
or those meandering routes rivers take?
I do love the grasslands, I love the woods
and I adore the shapes of conifers
but the rainforest is equally good -
the different beauties of the universe.
No, there's no other place I’d rather be
content where I am – the current canopy.