The Rain Forest.

Children leave home To make the world, Sometimes they wonder Why dreams unbidden come; Memories of darkest green Sunlight glinting Like a million stars; Warm air filled with rain Cloistered and unrelenting; The living static On life’s channel.

Petal, leaf and grass Remember this in their quiet way; Glancing up As a great canopy Slowly unfurls To capture light; Open yet closed A porous roof Of perfect symmetry.

Some chose to stay And sing the songs, Animals and insects And myriad beings Hiding in small places; Lizards lounge, Proud birds sail and soar Doing their part In the engine room Of Earth.

We are the seeds Sent out long ago And planted In the heart Of the world; The future beckons And asks us To keep it safe; For in the end We may be surprised And be galaxies ourselves.