The Rainforest Tale
by Emilia Rose Chick
The shining pool sleeps;
in an enclosed emerald igloo.
The silver rain re-arranges his slumber;
dripping off the sodden leaves.
Nature colours the bland air;
spreading the heavenly scent.
The steam licks the windswept sky;
an angels kiss under the sapphire roof.
The pool resumes his dreamy post;
like the tale of rain is myth.