In the mangrove forest,
Water gently flows in between the trees.
All you hear is birds chirping
And the gentle flow of the water.
The boat skims on the water,
The light flickers through the trees.
You scan the forest.
Only trees to be found.
But,
If you're lucky,
You will hear the water moving,
And see a stripe of orange,
And maybe it'll get closer,
And then you'll see
A tiger.
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Sketches
PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
