Under the hanging moss and between the figgy string fun, an entire colony of tiny rainforest people still live in harmony with the local fauna and flora. Thera Pea is their tiny goddess and she watches over her colony with love, respect and protection.

Every sun rise heralds the beginning of a fun new day where the colony can cavort, frolic and spread rain forest mischief. Hidden from the destructive eye and hands of the big people who destroy the real world, the rain forest folk live to reverse the damage and to rebuild the magic that once covered our land.

With the first whispery yawn of morning time, the colony adults carpet a path with the sticky red fig fruit provided them by mother tree. With careful attention to detail, worshippers float the beautiful pink petals of Eudia flowers onto the sticky red fig squash underlay. The stickiness and petal together cling like true rainforest companions and the rainforest adults beat their wings quickly together behind their backs so that they can embrace each other mid air without becoming entangled in each other’s green mode of transportation. The feeling of love and togetherness is as strong as the smell of a rainforest morning.

At the end of the freshly constructed pink rainforest canopy walk, Thera Pea’s new day gift awaits her: a precious dew drop collection in an upturned black bean pod, warmed by the thankful and multiple love breath of mother tree’s retiring nocturnal keepers.

After greeting each of the Fig Tree animals with a blown kiss of new creation and winking cheekily at her rainforest folk brothers and sisters, Thera Pea is escorted by her adoring colony up the aisle of Euodia and to the podium of the black bean bath.

As Thera Pea unfurls her delicate fairy wings from their sleeping position, the lady bugs hover around tugging at her moss green smock to allow it to gently fall and be caught by an enamoured branch that will forever more nourish and grow the moss in peace.

On Thera Pea’s smiley decree, the mother tree spider families break their curtain holder webs and the curtain tendrils fall shut. Darkness and silence envelopes the rainforest, for but a moment. Surrounded by the protective shield of the million fig tendrils, joyous sound is kept in and the splendid light of the fire flies bums is unseen by those on the outside. The rainforest world is alive and a happening place to be.

Behind the thick fig tree curtain, where the humans are scared to go, the rainforest folk bathe their days away in love, peace and quite a few little splashes of cheekiness on the side. Next time you walk beneath a tree and are splashed by the tiny by-product of above, fear not of a bird and thank the heavens that you have rainforest folk in your area, repairing the world, tree by tree. As they tell those wise enough to listen, you can’t have rainforest without a little rain. Tee hee.


If you wish to join the Writers Prompt Daily simply use the above photo as a prompt and post a short story, poem or paragraph to your blog. Leave a comment and the link here so that all participants can come to you and read/comment/encourage. Story above is copyright and is Megan Bayliss' writing around the above picture prompt.