THE RAINFOREST

What was the rainforest, what does it mean?
Is it a forest of water and rain?
How does one harvest the wood

Water droplets beading up,
Mist slowly merging with heat,
Ground so moist and soft,
Aroma, fresh and sweet.

Wondrous natural

So much life densely packed in
like no other land we know
From the hungry sloth above
to the bullet ants below

You can trace

The scream of a bird high above,
A branch creaks, leaves fall, the flutter of feathers
The smell, scent of leaves and moss

THE RAINFOREST

Breathe deep, primeval canopy,
And cleanse the air of our excess
As preordained in eons past
To heal the wounds