The travel agent said adventure was calling,
In a lush paradise of beauties enthralling!
No harm would befall us, with a capable guide;
This Amazon tour would be a scenic, easy ride.
We weren't outdoors types, my companion and I,
But it sounded so exciting, that we gave it a try.
We gaily vanished into color, sight and sound,
......
Our lasting legacy lies not,
In the towering stone structures,
But in,
The forests we nurture,
The oceans we safeguard, and
The skies we keep pure.
A summer sun shines steadily on such spicy scented scenery,
As forest fairies frolick frivolously amidst full greenery.
Birds butterflies bees and blooms waft blissfully beautiful,
Making more memorable magic, on the mad mornings so musical!
The wild wondrous whimsicality arises when none's watchful,
So there's no tangible testimony to these totally bashful.
However, historically hidden in the habitual jade habitat,
Fabled fairies frequent sun faceted forests secrets intact!
When in doubt, hug a tree...
When you can’t find a tree, hug on me...
Be it a maple, a sycamore or a pine...
Any tree will do; any tree is fine...
We must love our forests...
We must love our trees...
We must respect our lands...
If you wouldn’t mind, please...
......
orange blossom scent
drifted from the verdant trees
as grasshoppers leapt
wildflowers blossomed
and birds sang from green mansions
as spun gold poured down
butterflies wandered
winding river found its way
......
Our lasting legacy lies not,
In the towering stone structures,
But in,
The forests we nurture,
The oceans we safeguard, and
The skies we keep pure.
A death that grieves no stranger
Is witless as a mouth
That deaf eyes do not fathom
Mute singleness of route
As pines a troubled forest
For signs of seeded quarry
We herald the dumbest signpost
To break the traveler's story
A death that grieves no stranger
......
The trees of life…
They crave our attention…
We show our love…
Is there no redemption…
We love of children…
From the day they are born…
We nurture their love…
Protect them from the thorn…
......
orange blossom scent
drifted from the verdant trees
as grasshoppers leapt
wildflowers blossomed
and birds sang from green mansions
as spun gold poured down
butterflies wandered
winding river found its way
......
When in doubt, hug a tree...
When you can’t find a tree, hug on me...
Be it a maple, a sycamore or a pine...
Any tree will do; any tree is fine...
We must love our forests...
We must love our trees...
We must respect our lands...
If you wouldn’t mind, please...
......