Love and rainforest a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

[M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.]

 

Summer and the lunar are in your eyes.

And the Spring soaks the face of the solar by the clouds of rainfall .

Oh! here comes the glory of the rainforests .

And oh! to the eagerness and affection of the changes in weather.

Littered with love letters my table became the imagination of a rainforest.

But where is the plethora of Love? Do rainforests also fall in Love?

Yes, all musicians singing and dancing under the shades of trees can tell the story of that plethora.

Rain , thunder, lightning and growling flood of water is the dialogue of nature.

Then  the Hoop! Poop! Poop!Poop! Wag! Wag! Wag!  flapping its wings, flies away the eagle that is the champion dancer of the sky. He is an escapee of all kinds of danger, but despite the rains, it enjoys shelter in the woods of the rainforest