Searching for a lost explorer

Venture through undergrowth of a jungles roots,

And harness a beautiful emerald lever sparkling,

in the golden fireball,

Which blinds anyone within the terrain.

Stumble into an ancient, dusty temple core,

The faint essense of crumbling and crashing,

Jump on a bee before being left boneless.

Soar up high over where the canopy settles,

Leap off of the bee and bunny hop,

Gracefully one by one,

On the fluffy salad greens.

Zoom down a tall broccoli stem,

Like a firefighter sliding noisily to an urgent rescue,

And slither like a hissing cobra under the sticky-faeces,

Of a male black widow spider.

Grasp the lever and dig down deep,

On the pirate’s X that marks the spot,

Then lay the lever there,

Where a luminescent rays of light dive,

Through the plantation of nature. 

There in the sparkling light,

The explorer 

will appear.