My sonnet for the rain forest

The rain forest is a living being

Tears of the leaves splash on the muddy ground

The native creatures are wise, all seeing

Aware in the home to which they are bound

A savage howl echoes in a dark cave,

Stalactites shake with the loud, intense noise

Sun shines on the plants to which life he gave

The small tree frog’s skin is tinted turquoise

To outsiders, this place is dangerous

In many ways, they are in fact correct

The happenings here are spontaneous

Nothing scientists could try and dissect

Try to look upon it with your own eyes,

And see the wilderness without disguise.