Jungle

The chatter of monkeys,

The tall silent trees,

Tiny green frogs,

On the whispering leaves.

The vines that hang down,

And are covered in moss,

Going over a stream,

For monkeys to cross.

Splashes of color,

From frogs and flowers.

Clouds fill the sky,

Dumping small showers.

The majestic beauty

Of jungle grace.

Sloths move along,

At a slow pace.

The jungle is home,

To creature and tree,

Living in the wild.

Living Free.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

This is very beautiful. Your words bring the jungle alive. love the rhyming and the imagery. It read so like a song. Such a delightful poem. I love nature and your work does it honor.