Rain Forest

Would the jungle know her name
Were it not for her curving rivers
The swollen fruit of her trees
Shadows overflowing with life
And her damp, dark earth
With its blanket of steam
Rising to meet the sun

 

Slumber

The sun sunk and rose again
With an eternity of night
Sandwiched in between
While a sea of sunlight
Crashed upon a crisp white shore
Exposing buried treasure

 

Igloo

In the far, far north
The sun leaves the sky
For an extended vacation
Leaving him to wonder
If it will ever return
Bringing gifts and life
To his home made of ice