In the Rainforest

May 18, 2016

In the middle of the night,

insects murmur,

singing songs of sleep.

As the wind blows,

the trees show

signs of life and breathing.

The sigh of a jaguar

cannot be colder

than the minds of those who wait

until only death is left for the forest.

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