Who Is Cutting Down Trees From Rain Forests
the lullaby of tropical birds sketches
the sounds of the early morning air
a spotlight of gilded rays
above purple clouds
traces a blue filtered peak
trees unite warmly
feed on the drizzle of rain
like a nectar gifted
native plants
spill in colors hurried
fill the barren ground
mammals of every kind unified lay unseen
asleep and covered in blankets green
and i wonder
wonder who
who would nullify
this bouquet
of sweetly scented
awes
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