The Forest Hothouse

The forest gleams and glimmers
through the gloom of total
overcast, rain steadily falling
through the verdant canopy. The
swollen mountain stream rushes
fiercely over boulders lining
the stream bed, foaming white spray
damping the atmosphere. Little
wonder thick green mosses
lavishly adorn the granite, much
less giant tree trunks and lichen
cling possessively to fallen trees
vying with the fungi on the 
forest floor for prominence 
and tenancy. Greens vibrate 
with energy, illuminating 
the sodden forest, a luxuriant
symphony of nature's timeless
ritual tenderly bringing the
forest giants to climax and
nursing waves of successors to
maturity, the whole thriving in
the humid hothouse of renewal.