the rainforest
In the rainforest it’s loud;
everything makes a sound
Every drip and drop
is heard, as the rain drops plop
on emerald leaves.
The beatles weave,
while the monkeys leap.
It is enough to make you weep.
There is so much LIFE
It’s hard to believe there is any strife.
The rainforest is dying
I wish I was lying.
The trees are falling
The animals will stop calling.
Mountain gems won’t hum.
The forest will be mum.
The capuchins won’t meep.
It WILL make you weep.
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