Glossy green leaves and vivid birds afloat,
The rainforest gives the sweet songs of life.
The crystal clear water without a boat,
The habitat living without a strife.
A grove of trees with sweet fruits a blooming,
The bugs float to the tender buds of May.
Danger is near, man’s shadow is looming…
The men are here, scared creatures run away
Crunch! The once healthy trees fall to the ground.
Eerie shrieks of birds quickly fill the sky.
The homes of men pop up to form a town.
The rainforest slowly begins to die.
A city still stands there bustling and tall,
Where once was life now stands a two-story mall.
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