Canopy covered, protected, rain pours on,
but provides life to exotic petals.
Shade, cooler than ice,
promises comfort oh so tempting.
Like a whisper from the wind to ear,
fruit sways in the folds of green and lime,
dangling like worms on a hook, reaching out to fish with evil intent.
Light pours down, in bald holes,
which gape like open mouths about to swallow, trapping you inside.
The air in this desert, hot and sticky,
clings to my skin, burning away my hopes and life.
Desperate desires for water,
the rain in the jungle appears to be so refreshing,
how I long for something to soothe my throat.
Alas, what stops me, is that lonesome darkness,
the shadowy veil that blinds your step,
the evil aura under the trees.
Vines reach out, and thorns rip at your heels.
The fruit makes your stomach uneasy,
and the insects bring sickness, malaria.
So tempting this green forest, but I dare not go near.
No light, no place for me there, except for a box in the ground.
Behind a mask of divine-like beauty, the snake's fang waits to strike,
to fill my blood with poison, and disable my movement onward.
Do I accept this pretty melody, and fall under the canopy's spell?
Or do I close my ears, shut out all noise, and keep running further and farther away?
The jungle lure, so tempting, so tempting.
But the roads I see located on this map,
don't show any path after this jungle, a dead end.
And because of darkness I run, with hopes ever strong,
that I will resist,
the Jungle's Lure.
