Pine colors flood the isle,
Animals awakening once in a while.
The pitter-patter of the dazzling raindrops,
And an alarming sound of angry sobs.
The spotlight shining on me,
From the monkeys up in the tree.
The sounds of creatures walking by,
And vines swoop down past my eye.
I have reached my final stop,
A tree so tall I can not see the top.
Anxious of what the future holds,
But soon everything unfolds.
I see the world in a new way,
I see it as a bright new day.
The tree is waving all night long,
And the birds singing their song.
A glimmering glow from up high,
And where the birds will lie.
A perfectly painted picture,
This is the wonderful sight of nature.
This beauty should not be hurt,
Everything seems so alert.
This is our future does not hurt this beauty
This is the end of our journey to protect nature it is our duty.
