Tree bark

The moss clutches to the wet string bark that hangs from the tree. Gripping to maintain life, and giving a sense of happiness to the place. The trees crowded together. An owl hooted from a branch, and the slow pitter patter of rain drops could be heard on the hills. The grass started to grow, but most life was pushed away, deer and mice scampered to a warmer dry place. The rain begins to shower, and a thunder storm starts. But the wildlife know after this it will be warm, lively, and very green. Because after every storm there is a rainbow, and every rainbow leaves happiness.