The Plight of the Rainforests
A golden lattice dots the forest floor Where it seems it will rain forevermore The lively bird sings, the sleepy sloth crawls The darkness is lit by the sounds of each and all Amidst the beautiful vivacity A new, sinister voice - not so lovely As the first - looms over all - an oppressor in the darkness Silence As suddenly as it came, it went. Yet another noise through the dark is sent This one louder than the first, growing louder still An alien predator rips through the treetop sill Flashes of silver light, screams of the dark As life screeches, trying to hide - Hark! - Listen now - As the ground is bathed in light A new sinsiter voice - not so lovely As the first - looms over all - an oppressor in the brightness Silence
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