Tropical Rain Forest

Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued It's working a global groove nothings ever new No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises