7) Rainforest.
Its a swirling mist of green.
Large leaves create a layer of shade,
Everthing looks just so clean.
I know nothing here is man-made.
The soil is wet, under my feet,
The grass is dewey and fresh.
The flowers are red as a beet,
The insects crawl upon my flesh.
Drops of rain splatter across my face,
The water rolls down the stalk,
I know that this isnt't any imaginary place.
I can see a Bird nesting, white as chalk.
The rainforest holds many creatures,
Some wild, some timid and shy
Yet all of them have some postive features,
Even the birds that are high in the sky.
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Shadow
PoetrySo there is a creature... black, dark, formidable... a Shadow. I write all the poems I make up in this book. This is a collection of dark and delightful poems. Hope you enjoy.
