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