sadness is a rainforest floor when
above the songs of cicadas and birds,
one can see leaves fall
like teardrops onto red, cracked soil,
and with each dull-paper thud,
miniature parchments plead for water––
have they forgotten who they are?
“things will change, rainforest.
there is hope.
you will live again.
you can call in your rain.”
‘The Wild Inside: Poems of Life and Flow’
Catherine J Disher
Photo by Klim Musalimov