Rainforest

• William Deane, Grade 4C
• Poetry
• 2014

I walk down a little slope, I touch a rock and feel the soft moss.
I look at the canopy, I see beautiful Birds in the Trees,
So colourful, the gift of flight at their hands.
I see kangaroos feeding on the lush grass.
I go and look at an orchid growing.
I see a wombat trudging out of its hole, I see a spark in its eye and then it disappears into a bush.
I go and look at a river, I see a platypus splash and dive as it hunts for fish.
I hear a little scraping sound behind me, I look behind me it is an Echidna, I go and pat it.
I look up and think the power of Freedom will last.