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The Rainforest
from POETRY ANTHOLOGY
by Priya Velan
T H E R A I N F O R E S T
A N O U S H K A A R J U N
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The birds are merrily chirping, The towering trees are swaying, In the gentle breeze caressing, Their hair, which will nevermore be greying.
The sun beams down, On the breathtaking forest floor, But a vibrant variety of plants, Only reside in the rainforest’s core.
The monkeys swing languidly, From a broad branch, Suddenly clouds form and rain pours, Like a cascade, a torrent, an avalanche.
This abundance of iridescent insects, And animals that bests Those of a park or forest, This diversity and beauty originates In the beating heart: the rainforest.
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