Drip, Drip, Drip,
The sky is crying,
The air is damp, the forest is alive.
Everything moves and shivers,
The forest, green and full
Of LIFE
Creatures, big and small, all move to find
Shelter from the hard, harsh rain.
The trees catch the rain in their limbs, or… arms, thirsty for some
Water.
Mushrooms, moss, and mold sprout everywhere possible soaking up the water.
The trees green,
The ground green,
Everything, green like the leaves of a tree.
GREEN.
And I, the only thing standing still in the symphony of movement called the forest, watch the forest move, as if it is
alive.
Gorzycki Middle School
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