Rainforest
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Shaun Sleeman, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2008
I see the trees, looking like green clouds being hung by a very thin piece of fishing line,
I taste the air, tasting like stale old trunks being decomposed by the fascinating fungi,
I smell the floor, smelling like musty air that had been stuck in a room for a very long time,
I hear the leaves, sounding like sweet, sweet rain on an exhausting hot day,
I feel the air, feeling like a cold icy ghost stepping through you on a sleepy day.