Rainforests

My heart sings as I enter a cool ocean of green. 

I walk with joyful anticipation down the bright green carpet of moss. 

The deep brown trees whisper to one another as the breeze sings a song of joy. 

The rain droplets rest on the shining leaves like sparkling diamonds. 

The happy noise of birds chirping echoes through a wave of colours. 

The rays of sunshine dance gracefully on the canopy floor

while the lizards play hide and seek underneath the crispy bark

that’s crackles like bacon when I walk across it. 

I walk into a dark patch where moss turns black,

I stand in eery silence then realise that the exciting twitter of birds has disappeared in this dry and desolate land. 

I look up and before me a silver man-made monster spewing out toxic smoke into a pristine blue sky. 

I watch in terror as the poisoned clouds settle and smoother the life around it from up high. 

With sadness I watch a lonely butterfly fluttering, searching for a drink in this dark, barren landscape. 

It then flies away lonely, scared, torn away from the place it called home.