Oh arboreal creatures
keep natures secrets
as mankind chops
and drags your foliage cities away
to make the rich and famous
furniture for their delight

You leap through the greenery
as if you had the clarity of wings
and in the tree tops
where the rain does first fall
you quench your thirst
in the kind arms of bromeliads

From Monkeys to Gibbons
to cute Butterflies
you skim the treetops
as if in blue skies
what a pity that most of you
will never be discovered

Pity the voices
of those that cannot talk
but hear the panic
as they chatter and squawks
hear them buzz
love their ways

For soon all will be gone
and us on the way


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris