Nature poem

I left for the forest of truth, where I met a worm of power, called Ruth. 

"Do not cross this line, or you must meet a fine."

I bagged it and ran, to the horizon, to find the dew of rain I had my eyes on.

I explored the rainforest, savanna and plains, it took so long, it was numbing my brain.

I found it finally, the temple of weather, full of traps that could be triggered by a feather.

I found it in a spider's den, the dew of rain but then...

A big spider fell from the roof, it fell with a big KABLOOF!

I struck it down, with my sword, it had a frown.

I destroyed the beast, I took the dew and had a feast.