The cicada chorus reminds me I am a long way from where used to call home
The stickiness of the atmosphere envelopes
In the shade, the breeze is cooling and pleasant
Yet Exposed you are only seconds before the onset of sunburn
The tranquility of a fountain dims the senses but only temporarily
As a wasp makes love to pollen laden flora
Labels deliver names in Latin
That sound almost as exotic as the intertwined rouges and greens themselves depict
Perfect watercolors crafted by the very hand of God
In the midst of a sea of orange
A lone pink warrior stands defiant
Nature perfecting that which man tried to craft
Low slung jungle, what secrets to you hold?
Do you shelter venomous monsters?
Or simply shelter the dirt?
Sublimely crafted death trap stands guard over a miniature recreation of true jungle survival
Be careful of shark infested waters
One slip will surely return permanent dismemberment
As always, a brief visit to this urban oasis results in hot feet, a warmed soul and an invigorated imagination
May you enjoy your lunch hours this much 🙂
unhiddenlight 
Thanks for sharing this! Photos and your words are a delight.
Your welcome as always 🙂 Thank you for reading!
Wonderful post, Chris………..I am unfollowing and then following again, hopefully it will fix the problem. 🙂
Thank you! And welcome back 🙂