Best Forests Poems

the lullaby of butterflies hums
in the early morning air.

a rounded light of gold 
above the purple clouds 
spots a blue filtered peak.

trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain.
flowers wild, spill in colors hurried 
to fill barren ground.

mammals of every kind lay unseen,...

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Emerald Forests

Emerald forest hiding from man's curse
if found, its never better , always worse.
Wretched destroyers we are in this abode
in our arrogance we are firmly sold.

Greed for taking everything in our path
we in our false pride deliver our wrath.
Astonished that some may in this rebel
when...

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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...

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RISE AND FALL OF FORESTS

Deforestation and mechanization,
Have vanquished,
Tribes and animals,
Have been banished.
United the world must stand,
Against those,
Who grab green land.
Corporations brazenly,
Partake in this nab,
Their only thought
To possess and to grab.
What do they gain,
In this pitiful game,
Only fear of a lion or tiger
Or man with a...

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forest creatures weep
for all the dead, fallen trees
once giving shelter
~
wolves howl piercingly
crying out for woodland plants
to carpet their home
~
raccoons scamper past
searching out their lost breakfast
amid vanished creeks
~
possum wobble by
seeking their favorite den
where serpents hide out
~
deer scamper along
looking for signs of hunters
with yearnings for night
~

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Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun 
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach...

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I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, 
About modern centuries and glass cities,
Tattooed Indians who are murdered too,
For a handle of gold or green diamond,

I write the greatness of Brazilian forests
Roots that descend to explore the earth,
Leaves that capture white light,
Suns that fall on...

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O, fluffy city clouds that above drift&pause
on an endless journey in the vast blue sky
over cities&forests&oceans you fly
just floating-   with no specific laws

O, forests that listens to birds singing
through the trees&beyond the fields
where those same trees act as wind shields
for the birds on...

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Words of truth you have never heard before
If I ruled the world;
I wanted to create a well-organized world of the future
where all is - (... or virtually all ) - are happy
__   A Wonderful New World    __

You may feel skinless...

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Clear lakes and forests:
I admired the view and then
Continued Skiing....

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Ethiopia was easy to chew right through
African jungles taste delicious yum
Biodiversity treasure-troves devoured
No splintered aftertaste or toothpicks left
Eating Australia was a challenge
Don't want to hurt no kangaroos
I wish I had a bigger mouth for Europe
To cover bushes and lumber in one chomp
Rain in South America...

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Green and blue firs dot
Forests wide and so…silent;
Mother Nature’s hat.

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To fly like a bird, basically unencumbered
     leaving behind the world's joy and pain.
To soar to spaces only birds have been,
     and touch the very edge of a violet sky.

To drift on a cloud as it hides...

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Nature's
verdigris face
beams at waterfalls touch
evergreens drink a hearty fill
moss is abundant upon the limestone;
I sit dangling my feet in the
cool aqua-watching swans
glide lazily
along.

a taste
of springtime peace
invades my spirit with
its' lure in this place every year;
mother earth is a sweet nurturer, soft
of caress to the soul...

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Vashon Memories

A song to sing itself –
A birthing voice,
Shouting then whispering
Of fields and quiet harbors
Of blackberries and sunlight on smooth waters,
Of boredom, rest and restlessness
	In tidal pools
	Hunting hermit crabs and limpets,
		Sticking on all fingers,
	Avoiding jelly fish and barnacles
When pigtails and freckles
	Fly through misty bracken fern,
	Evergreen...

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