Rainforest Phantoms

The leopards listen to each noise Of their surrounding sounds... On steadfast feet they gently poise, Resisting fearful bounds. Perhaps it isn't time to run, Like cowards fearing pain, Or just like girls who love the sun, Yet flee from falling rain... The leopards like the spot they've seen, It suits them to a tee... They'll stay till others intervene, Like phantoms on their tree... The forest has its moody times, Its fierce and frantic days, Its pleasant passing sunny climes And melting dew-dropped phase... The sun shines through the trees above, The clouds go gliding by... And soon the moon will shine with love, To grace the midnight sky... The leopards lack for nothing now, True friends in harmony... Receiving what the Fates allow, Like phantoms, fancy free... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Rainforest Phantoms'. Consider the UK Sky Digital Rainforest Rescue charity appeal found on the UK sky-dot-com as this explains how losing the rain forests destroys the lives of those humans, animals and plants in the name of progress for some, but not for all.