Rainforest Poem

Costa Rican Rainforest

Does the one-eyed moon hear our cries?
Coral snakes startle with a faint hiss.
All things die, all things rise.

The daylight brings parrot’s reprise.
The green poison dart frog insists
that the one-eyed moon hear her cries.

The drizzle drips on ferns disguised
in faint fog shifting in the leafy mist.
All things die, all things rise.

Volcanoes erupt to fire-orange skies.
Clouds hover above and coexist
with the one-eyed moon that hears our cries.

Ocelots swim, spiders improvise,
wrap their bodies, spin webs, persist-
all things die, all things rise.

Haze obscures the Quetzal’s sighs,
spirits linger while monkeys tryst.
Oh, one-eyed moon that hears our cries:
all things will die, all things will rise.

Mary Westcott