Among The Injika Trees Poem by Cheryl McDonnell

Set the sails into the smoke's swirling blow
Dance with the lady as fast as she will go
Listen up out and aloud
There are alien words calling all around

In a land where machine meets plant
Where life is not structured by a creator's hand
The sun is the power towards it they climb
The mighty injika trees have years of time

Who are they I must ask
Down in the wooden libarary he is taken to task
The blazing sun feeds them and they live as ants
Their lives reversed as if in a trance

Everyone has a place and is alive
High up in the injika trees life does thrive
Far outweighing the human pitfall
Up into the sky machine trees own it all

Petal like branches leach the rays
But this sun is young in it's days
The divide between plant and machine
Broken to peices like driftwood beams

Up high in the canopy where the sun is the hottest
The injika people live their lives quite modest
The respect lies deep in the roots
Life to them is like marching boots

I would rather be here in this place
Away from this world's burned out pace
Up high in the injika trees is a place of worth
I know alot of places that are far worse.