Jungle Floor Poem

Falling leaves, rustle, crunch 

Up in the tree ever so high, the wind making me rustle

I eventually give up so I let go 

As I fall the flowers greet me

Flowers crisp their patterns making me dizzy

I land on the barren earth floor

The fungi ever so exotic

Glowing like the evening sun

I must start my journey now, run, run, run

The moss cushions my fall the canopy shades me

I hear the rustle of the wind from high above

I make my way through the jungle

The trees making arches higher then the sky

The breeze helping me run

I finish my journey at the stream, underneath the sun

Even though we were underwater 

The earth welcomes us to the surface, letting a new of life cycle begin, but for my kind we do it on the earths surface

Now, here we are home to all

Falling leaves, rustle, crunch.