sadness is a rainforest floor when
above the songs of cicadas and birds,
one can see leaves fall
like teardrops onto red, cracked soil,
and with each dull-paper thud,
miniature parchments plead for water––
have they forgotten who they are?
“things will change, rainforest.
there is hope.
you will live again.
remember:
you can call in your rain.”
‘The Wild Inside: Poems of Life and Flow’
Catherine J Disher
Photo by Klim Musalimov
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