Author's note: This is just about the jungle and how some people just destroy it.  In this piece I tell about my feelings on it and the scenery.  I really haven't been to the rain forest, but this is how I think it looks like.  It isn't that long, but has a lot of emotion. Please comment on your thoughts and how I should change it! Thank you!


The moon beams touched down on the earth, gliding off the tears of water on the leaves onto the earth of the jungle. Many strange unnoticed animals and creatures called out into the night forgotten about in the tangled mess of time littered with vines, leaves, trees and bushes. No body saw them in my group as they impatiently moved on ripping apart everything in their path to get through. They didn’t notice the simple beauty of the jungle that nourished us so well. Earth needed the trees to cover the animals for shelter. Humans needed it to have oxygen to survive. All the animals needed it as their habitat to hide themselves from us. Humans destroyed the trees and plants trying to save their own or to take the precious life from it to make things of our benefit. It made me sad to see that even they didn’t see this as anything but trees and bushes. As I looked forward, the man in front led us on occasionally telling us about the trees or different species of animals. Usually he just looked forward on with an iron mask of unfeeling thoughts keeping silent. Most of the rest picked at the trees or even kicked at the flowers and bugs. In the far back I walked slowly ,breathing in the foreign smells, all of them strange to me. At the same time I loved it all. Why would you destroy this? They thought they all had power over everything, which I did not understand. Sighing deep in thought , the jungle sounds lulled me on in as I walked on with the group that night.

Protected

Author's note:This is just a post that I turned into a poem.   Hope you like it!

The gentle waves flowed from the rocks with simplicity and great power

It all pooled up at the bottom forming intricate rivers and lakes extending from it

Willow trees lined the area guarding me from my enemy

Running for my life

I found this place

I thought it protected me

It kept my safe 
The world’s ashy hands couldn’t grab me to burn me

No one could take me from the life I was bound to live

Except me now

Looking around the paradise the beauty seemed to take up all of my thoughts

Flowers were just in the bloom and the life was ready to show through the petals having the scent fill the air and trees

Grass trimmed the dirt like a delicate green lace

Crystal dew drops were beaded on the leaves and plants having my feet grow wet

The beauty seemed so natural

It took my breath away

It seemed too perfect

Secrets stirred here

I felt it in the wet spring air

It seemed perfect, but something dark was leaking out from the flawless beauty plastered on top

 Like a dark black charcoal smeared upon a canvas and having light beautiful colors on top to try to cover it to make something perfect

I sat on the granite rocks formed and curved perfectly matching the essence of beauty here

Coming through the cracks of the rock was a single flower squeezing itself out and trying to grow

Reach for the sun’s light

Carefully, I picked it up through the crack and out of the soil then brought it out by the water

The soil was easy to pick through

It was coming up loose and easy at the touch

All of the roots of the flower were wilting and curling up at the edges like an ancient document

A few petals were turning a light brown color already

I precisely put the roots in the middle of the hole and put soil on top of it

This flower was dying here

For now I was alive but the flower was too until it was being choked

It wasn’t surviving here

Soon I would be choked like the flower

I didn’t know how or when

No one knew what their lives would bring to them

Something moved in the bushes

I spun around just to see something dark and tall run away

Whispered sounds came to my ears

Hushed words were in the air

It frightened me

Fog filled the open air blocking the sun

Something was very wrong

So I picked myself up and ran as if it were the only thing I knew how to do

Away from here

 Away from my very own life

yUm.....

It's cute and looks good at the same time.....

BABY SEALS! STOP THE HUNT!!

STOP THE SEAL HUNT!  

PROTECT THE SEALS!

THEY ARE INNOCENT ANIMALS THAT NEED TO BE PROTECTED!

PLEASE DO SOMETHING...........

<3

The gentle waves flowed from the rocks with simplicity and great power.  It all pooled up at the bottom forming intricate rivers and lakes extending from it.  Willow trees lined the area guarding me from my enemy.  Running from my home to find somewhere,  I found this place.  All I could say was that is was absolutely beautiful.    Flowers were just in the bloom and the life was ready to show through the petals having the scent fill the air and trees.  Secrets stirred here.  It seemed perfect, but something dark was leaking out from the flawless beauty plastered on top.  Like a dark black charcoal smeared upon a canvas and having light beautiful colors on top to try to cover it to make something perfect. 

I sat on the granite rocks formed and curved perfectly matching the essence of beauty here.  Coming through the cracks of the rock was a single flower squeezing itself out  trying to grow and reach for the sun.  Carefully, I picked it up through the crack and out of the soil then brought it out by the water.  The soil was easy to pick through.  It was coming up loose and easy at the touch.  All of the roots of the flower were wilting and curling up at the edges like an ancient document.  A few petals were turning a light brown color already.  Quickly, I precisely put the roots in the middle of the hole and put soil on top of it.  This flower was dying here.  Now I was alive but the flower was too until it was being choked.   It wasn't safe here or anywhere to be exact. 

Something moved in the bushes.  I spun around just to see something dark and tall run away.

 "Was it an animal?"  I thought.  Whispered sounds came to my ears. Hushed words were in the air.  It frightened me.  Fog filled the open air blocking the sun.  Something was very wrong. 

So I picked myself up and ran as if it were the only thing I knew how to do.  Away from here and my very own life.

The New Leaders

Life at the farm was simple and no one questioned anything.   Every animal did their share of work and got a share of some of the crops and food. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were the humans that ran the farm and controlled the animals to do what they pleased.  Then took what the animals worked for.  This wasn’t a fair cycle, but this was never questioned ever. An animal’s life was just like this and all of them never thought that they could be in control.  Major inspires them all to rebel and take over what is rightfully theirs.  Animals could roam free and do whatever they wanted, not bound by the humans to labor for their own wants and pleasures.  Soon Old Major is dead.  The animals were truly inspired by his living idea of rebellion.  That truly wasn’t dead in their minds so new leaders step up to make that reality.  All of them were harsh and persuasive, as mean spirited and cold as Jones.  Now a simple life was in the far past now when the pigs wiped away those thoughts and dreams.

In the beginning Snowball, Napoleon, and Squealer were all normal, powerless pigs under the authority of Jones.  It seemed like they just wanted to be free as the other animals and thought they were better than them, so they took the job.  As time progressed, they all became hungry.  The three had tasted the power they had and wanted to gorge it all down to consume it all for them.  Since the beginning of the rebellion, they have thirsted for the power.  A lot of it was in their hands and so they kicked a member out of the group to have more control.  Meanwhile, the rest of the animals just followed their every command to do their will.  They didn’t get to choose what they wanted.  Power was more immense and prominent in the trio of pigs.  Rights were taken away from them.  No more meetings to discuss what they all wanted, no choice and the leaders sneaked in what they wanted so the rest couldn’t even see it.  This is a lot more than leadership among them.  The power has grown into dictatorship.  Soon enough the animals won’t even be able to go where they want when they want to and no one will be able to have anything if the leaders don’t give it to them.  Power has grown from a spark of inspiration, to this mess of leaders once powerless.

Power is a main problem among these animals.  It’s like an unstable balance being tilted favorably toward the pigs and the animals are way up high not being able to make their own choices with no weight on their side.  How can a community like this work if the power is not divided as once promised?  The pigs say something and all of the animals work trying to please their leaders once like them all.  All of the animals were once humble and with no power.  The authority was Jones, and once he was gone they could do what they pleased.  All the animals were unsure what to do with themselves and the pigs all promised them assurance that they would make through it all together.  Lies were filled in those very words.  No equality is present in these “great” leaders just thirsting for what they never could have.