A Rain Forest Song
Canna, can you hear it, the sound of you,
rising from winter and entering spring?
You're so fresh, so lush, so vibrantly true,
When gazing at you, we begin to sing.
Your beauty makes us all redden and blush,
as each day we see you, touching the sky.
When you sway in the breeze, we want to gush.
Instead, we hush, look down, and start to sigh,
for today your work is almost complete.
Bending low, you kiss the earth as you sow.
We forest folk, a rowdy crowd, go meet
you as you so gently, gracefully go.
The peaceful way you live, we'll hold in mind.
How much we'd like to be one of your kind.
By poet: P.C. Moorehead
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