a young rainforest has yet to know of the world the harsh reality of mistrust, humiliation, and disappointment but maybe thats the charm of it all trees strung about in a wild fun mess of branches smells of flowers and mildewy ferns on the floors welcomes me to close my eyes and be comfortable every little detail has its own story to tell every little creature a character of its own in between the plants it whispers to me songs and tales of the forest's past, present, and future the surface of it so bright and colorful and the bottom so dark and wonderfully cool for each drop of rain that falls feels warm against the skin embracing me as one of its own not knowing of what I have seen and felt before.
But that does not matter, for the rainforest is handsome, compelling, and full of surprises, it takes when it can and gives even more- optimism that everything is alright, that when I am in such a beautiful place, there is no reason to worry-
in truly heartbreaking silence, I think to myself- I hope I never have to leave.