Rainforests

• Jack Bell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

The chirp of the birds that are flying
It is sad the rainforest is dying
As the land of the giants grow old.
Their memories shall never go cold,
The only things left may be just a leaf.
Some still grow in belief.
That one day the giants of the rainforest
Will grow tall and stand.
They will go everywhere, from the wet oceans to the desert sand.
That is the day when the earth will start crying.