The eastern wind flies across
a flowing carpet of diamonds
a velvety contrast to the burning
passion of daylight.
Flying over the expanse of seas,
each wave encompassing
the lost souls that perished
in their watery depths.
Soaring stars dance across the
heavens leaving a trail of dust
to lay in the wake of
clear mountain air.
Tall trees entangled, choking vines
surrender themselves so another can live.
As softly treading panthers trust the fates
to guide them to the life giving creatures
beneath their cushioned menace.
Reading this again, what I didn't notice the first time is the two references to death and what it's about - thalassic repose, and the predator's target.
The sea of the souls is a mythical sea, evoked by the scene from reality. The rainforest, though, hits like a hammer. It is life, the field of losses and dying, and of the killing-to-live.
I wondered what sort of disturbance you had when you wrote it (nosey guy), and concluded that it was probably a pjilosophical crisis.
I just love natural scenery poems, and even when they are figures for something more personal or pjilosophical, I still love the imagery the most! Anyway, your imagery is vivid and I so enjoyed the poem.
Quite a vivid picture you create here, totally sucked me in, allowing me to become a part of it and experience it, I like it when a piece can do that, my favorite part has to be:
"Tall trees entangled, choking vines
surrender themselves so another can live.
As softly treading panthers trust the fates
to guide them to the life giving creatures
beneath their cushioned menace."
(Maybe remove the period before "as", maybe...)
Something about it just makes me feel so natural and in place, everything in order, ready to fulfill prescribed functions and enforce balance and create a serene perfection in itself.
Submission Name: Nature's Wonders 
