David Chen
Walking through the misty forest of green leaves,
fern fronds flutter at the slightest brush.
Sharp chirps of finches pierce the
dense foliage that soak up the sun’s arms.
Twigs crackle like thunder under the weight of
tortoises that have roamed since Darwinian times.
Walking through the misty mangroves
above the rich soil, the songs of paradise echo in the
branches. Warblers sing, perched on fallen trees that suffer
the grasp of decay. Blue rolls crash on the shore, turning
the edges brown and frothy. A magpie laughs, silhouetted
against the rising sun.