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
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Nicole Pritchard (
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Beautiful a place I call home as well. I have seen all types of beautiful terrain from snow capped mountains, pine forests, rock canyons, sandy beaches and desert and none to me compare to the rainforest. Loved it so well imaged and with rhyme. Well done
This is so lovely, and so well-written. Nature is truly beautiful
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