Mangrove

Found in watery, wet rivers and lakes,

Huddled closely rooting for more.

Roots upturned, thirsty for water,

Spiky roots spotted on the surface.

Curving, twisting towards the sky,

It seems like it doesn’t have one clear goal.

An unmoving war of the trees,

Spiky roots and twisted branches spotted here and there

Curving into one big mess.

Dull, green, silky leaves

Form a bushy shrub in the canopy.

Talkative toucans tapping beaks,

Creepy crocodile, stalking shallow.

Rainy days, rainy days

It shall always stay the same.

Decades passed, the century is here

Experienced the rainforest’s animals everywhere.

Though we’re rarely seen,

Won’t the rainforest feel empty without us?

Where would all those animals go?