A serene everglade, overtaken by red mahogany and milkwood. 

The branches intertwine, slumping towards the ground to form a chaotic collection of leaves.

A low, thunderous rumble,

a parade of elephants amble through the brush.

A floral bed of periwinkle and clover greet them,

tickling their ankles.

A butterfly lands on a flower,

extending her delicate tongue down to the bud.

Fragile and dainty, yet she has a purpose,

rejuvenation, preservation, protection.

The winding wisps carry carry her to the next destination.

It is October,

a chorus of screeches and tonal clicks disperse, creating echoes.

The magenta sky littered with luminous, hazel silhouettes.

They dive into the air like swimmers in water, agile and strong.

Giant Fruit Bats have claimed Kasanka,

arriving in millions to indulge in a rosy, fibrous fruit.

The ensemble settles in a mango tree, 

clinging to each other, packed together like a bunch of bananas on vines.

The branches droop simultaneously at the blissful bundles of bats.

An entrancing breeze sweeps over the forest,

The bats remain undisturbed,

Feasting, prospering, flourishing. 

It is December,

Whimsical beauty illuminates the forest.

The elephants erupt from the trees,

the periwinkle and clovers thrive, the butterflies return to their domain.

Peace. Tranquility. Life.

With the leaving of the bats, comes a disperse of seeds.

New trees, new life, new beginnings.