Mangrove's retreat

In the twist and turns, of the route,

through emerald tunnels, the boat glides slow,

as the roots, vines and branches forms knots,

below the shadows of mangrove forest. 

The golden ball paints the sky,

uplifting emotions, dreams take flight,

as our curious mind, look for the treasures,

hidden among the bushes and river banks. 

So, we find a glimpse of its presence,

lying on the mud, with open mouth,

either in slumber, or ready for an ambush, 

a prehistoric predator, prized crocodiles. 

Some do gasp, others excitedly shouts,

startling the birds, on the lookout,

the crow calls, egrets spread their wings,

spreading out from the branches so high. 

And the motor of the boat steadily proceeds,

giving us the time, that we need,

to capture those moments in action,

and keep them as souvenir for the future. 

As the sun descends, dimming the surrounding,

the orangish hues aligns with the horizon,

we reach at a point where two rivers meet,

displaying shades within the brackish water. 

A magic had been cast on the audience,

as they were mesmerized by the ambience, 

slowly the boat returns to the shore,

letting the spectators have a last look. 

Some may return, others take back memories, 

of a wonderful journey inside jungle's treasuries,

resting on the boat, swaying with the river's flow,

in the mangrove's retreat, we had divine show.