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There seems to be no order in this great diversity that creates the wildness of the jungles. Hundreds of species in an acre of land, and yet out of chaos evolves an organic system that works as a community.
So many trees have no names here and are only known by the genus. Each has developed to survive - great buttresses for the towering giants that reach high to create the canopy. Tangles of strangler figs that create a superstructure and eventually new generations for the canopy. A thousand vines growing up and down, providing material for basket making. The epiphytes and bromeliads hung in the trees by design and to the beauty of this place. More growth struggling to succeed and final a place within this overpopulated society.
This is poor land without the nutrients to grow crops. Humus of soft, mossy leaves create the platform we walk upon. Yet weeks ago this forest could only be transgressed by canoe under many feet of water. Now the animals create wallows t maintain moisture need for the community of creatures who call this home.
We sat upon a grassy green log to rest and eat. God gives to us just as he gives to all his creatures. We know they are there in the forest, but we do not see them , only sense their presence here.
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