My rainforest paint is as gooey as the mud,
my rainforest paint is as joyful as a bird,
and as still as a tree with blue herons in it.
It is swaying with my hair that’s blowing in the breeze!
And then I kiss my forest paint goodbye
but would keep the parakeets and look at them with pride!
There are love birds in my rainforest.
Along with some grass.
Now it’s cold and small and masquitos are all over again.
I sit here next to my peregrine falcon and hope that it will be sunny again
and full of color and rainforest paint.
by Faith Piowaty