If Mary Oliver was here In the rainforest What would glitter before her eyes? Which unique living beings Would jump out at her Just to say I’m alive! How would she feel Surrounded by life all around And above, and below? What sense and emotion would Move her And her pen? What combination of letters Would she assemble To try to convey that feeling? Life in every stage, In each form In its place fitting perfectly. And a raindrop, warm and heavy, Falling with joy To make its spl