Rainforest

Vibrant splatters of green surround me as I walk through this serene place.
Now knowing there's more to life than work buildings and the human race.
As I sit on this boulder watching the blossom of beauty growing.
Thinking about one or two theories about trees is quite overthrowing.
As I look closely I see more shattering details.
A multi-colour beetle, with some highly vivid scales
I keep strolling through this unknown place approaching deforestation destroying a once birthplace.
As I spin my head side to side I start to notice less majestic aspects.
Dead, once alive living souls, it will keep on going as it defects.
But what it lacks is not clear to most.
But the flabbergasting truth will be haunted by a tree ghost.
Long lines of dead grass everywhere I step. 
The world is going nowhere; it is at heaven's door step.
Gases and oil are turning this majestically uncanny place into a wreck.
Someone has to keep the place from drowning under a boat deck. 
This place should be in mint condition, basically untouched.
This place is the opposite; it is practically impossible to be clutched.
I start to climb up the strongest, here I am on the highest branch.
Looking towards the black and green, I realise we are not out of hope.
If that majestic beetle is still alive, this place shall be as clean as soap