Rainforest vail

The canopy weeps, a perpetual sigh

A misty veil that shrouds the sky 

The forest floor, a damp and mossy throne

A world of green, where shadows roam and moan

The trees, like sentinels of old

Standing guard, their vigil, a story untold

The rain's rhythmic beat, a constant drum

A symphony that echoes, never done

In the emerald world, I find my nest

A place to hide, where fears are less

The scent of wet earth, a primal call

A reminder of the wild and all that's small 

The rainforest's power, a humbling force

A feeling of being small, yet connected to the source

A world of beauty, where life and death entwine

A dance of contrasts, where I find my rhyme