©2004 Heleen van den Hombergh

There is a garden
three hundred feet up high
where a million eyes are watching
the clouds and crowds go by

There on the forest roof
the world’s reflected in a drop
while orchids, lizards, frogs and ferns
hold tenure of its top

Bugs and bees and lice and lichens
Spiders, ants, all find their home
With flowers, flies and feathered
beings
There upon the royal dome

Green world, hardly ever seen world
Green world, hardly ever seen world
Well here’s to the hidden
the creatures unknown
whirling in the upper world
their features unshown
here’s to the vanished
the treasures unfound
born grown and then deceased
without ever touching ground
they don’t need to touch ground
never touch it

The heavy trees smell sweetly
Of this pure urge to grow
Whoever made all of this
It’s not for us to know
It’s not a forest to know