Darker Sides Beauty

(I took this at Dairy Farm on my phone)

The sound of the jungle

creates its own music.

The whispers of the trees

define each note.

The melody of the jungle

speaks to me.

The humming of the tropical birds

complement the steady hiss

of the diamond headed snake.

The harmony comes from a much deeper part.

The roar of the lion completes

the single flap of a butterfly’s wings.

The motion is so silent,

I can hear a single drop of water

falling from a leaf’s edge.

By Sam Coutts

I wrote this poem whilst I was at dairy farm at the G.I.N. conference. We were told to take the 15 minutes to sit in the jungle, and just write, draw, and create whatever we wanted. Some choose  to lay down and listen to the sounds of the jungle, some drew what they could see. I choose to write a poem. This poem just came to me. I sat and listened to the sounds around me, and stared at the scenery around me. Inspiration can be anywhere, even in the least obvious places. After writing it at dairy farm, I took it back and made it better.