The Lizard Tree

While cradled in the Nicaraguan crafted hammock
I lay suspended and swaying in the sweet gentle breeze
Just below lizards raced around the tree roots
They scurried around and above me,
rustling through the leaves
Some leaped from branch to branch
Others sat still in the sun
inflating their throats like crimson balloons
As lizards enjoyed their jungle gym
I lay in my tree swing, swinging