The Rainforest Tale

by Emilia Rose Chick
(Longcot)

The shining pool sleeps;
quietly, gently,
in an enclosed emerald igloo.
The silver rain re-arranges his slumber;
messily, unorganised,
dripping off the sodden leaves.
Nature colours the bland air;
aromatically, beautifully,
spreading the heavenly scent.
The steam licks the windswept sky;
tenderly, gorgeously,
an angels kiss under the sapphire roof.
The pool resumes his dreamy post;
silently, calmly,
like the tale of rain is myth.