The rainforest cries

Nosy clouds hovering like aircrafts, exploring tropical leaves some dry as human palms.
Some wet as dripping Sunny Ds, some greener than others, the metropolis is jealous of Mother Nature's creation.
The tears pour into the heartless jungle and frogs are hop hop hopping to it under water, where they stay.
It's large and like a playground I feel more dangerous hidden than bear traps clamping my ankles.
Through forest canopies I find myself in the Braulio Carillo National Park.
Sunlight giving birth to Earth's plantations to breathe life in the funky house roots.
They sprout like sunflower seeds.
The rainforest feeds the jungle in tears of joy for the rest to enjoy minerals like bugs and lizards.
Camouflage with the bamboos.
The environment is not sweet as the sugar canes chewed by the West Indies.
Down in the swamps crocodiles lurking their picks with piranhas chopping their preys on large birds swooping by.
It's their lunch, their survival of the fittest under brown depths of the dangerous grounds known to man.
Reptiles kill in cold blood no blizzard passes by their cruel bites.
The waterfalls have landed and the weather clears the skies with a cloudy handkerchief.
No sunny days can cheer up tears like this, dry lands give out dry lines on the South American soils.
Its wounds almost open up streams to flush gravel and dirt.
Finally found lakes larger than life.
Open minded like an encyclopaedia I have found the most thrilling frights of the century.
The sights unknown explored by the use of The Amber Spyglass.