Rainforest Riddles

trees cloaked in mists and moss
dulling all sounds but bird songs
darkness overtaking the graying

silhouettes jutting through voids


rain hitting the canopies above

gently spraying our faces below



the giants fall to grow once more

each generation built upon decay


once the nobel elders dissapear

the young in turn become the old


roots entangling with one another

grasping and twisting for support


fairy castles tucked back and in

playful shadow laughter dancing
feel tommorows of futures past
feel yesterdays of pasts to come
time stands still as death remains
feeding life that is endlessly reborn


Rainforest After Sunset (American Pacific Northwest)

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