Donna Harris

TEARDROPS IN THE RAINFOREST

The canopy is dense the air is damp and humid. Birds call, insects crawl amidst the perfectly tuned silence. The trees the vines the moss the leaves all entwined into an intricate web of pure natural beauty. The smell in the air clean, crisp earthy as if just created. The colours and the shapes of the flowers all so unique as if made from an artist’s brush. The tree lines run to the shore, the rainforest meets the sea as the golden sand acts as a division between the two gifts of nature.