The twittering of little birds and the clicking of insectes echo away in the distance,
A new world is born in the morning.
The sun filters through the majestic trees,
Revealing a hidden world with silver falling down to the ground,
The rainforest is awakening.
The flowers stretch their tired limbs and bask in the sun's rays,
A rainbow o f color erupt from the trees as the heralds of the rainforest start their day,
The Scarlet Macaw screams to the howler monkeys to wake up the late risers,
The Jaguar, King of the rainforest, roars grumpily at his men,
High above we see the Harpy Eagle, the king's assasin roaming the sky,
The rainforeat is alive in the morning,
Preparing for a new day.
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