Amazon+Poem

The Snake's Back Twisting and turning, The body of the anaconda winds through the land, Carving out a ravine that stretches for thousands of miles Deep into the jungle of the unknown. He twists his head around the Kopak tree Where the macaw caws and the green beak of the toucan Opens wide in response. Sleeping from the branches a grey sloth hangs, Blood rushing to his head, Only moving to munch on a leaf before returning to bed. In the distance a message is being sent. A spider monkey has found the tree with the best bugs to feast on   And he swings from branch to branch, barking to his companions the good news. The snake slithers on, his body encroaching farther into the thicket, Inside his belly is a whole new land filled with the razor teeth of piranha, poised to rip flesh off bone in an instant. The current of the electric eel filters through the water, ready to zap at any second as a fish meanders by. On the banks, the vibrations of the jaguar’s chase Reverberate in the soil as he hunts his prey. Deadly and mystic, Once you have followed the path of the snake, you cannot turn back. Wrapping through villages, and holding life still unknown to man. The thrill of the chase takes hold of the soul, And survival becomes the first instinct When riding the ripples of the anaconda’s back.