G195

When the weight of the suburbs disappears from my shoulders, and superficially arisen, vanishes in the lush bush, G, your jinga brings alive, Natures secret worlds, resides, as tall as a fern, or inside a gnarled wishing well, laughing in a creek, or in a kookaburra, flying, i see your jinga flow thru everything

The Light Nature grows inside, kisses your cheek, G, your flame dances brighter