Manta Ray

In the trees
Between the leaves
All the growing
That we did
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other
I divide
In the sky
In the the seams
Between the beams
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other
Without biodiversity
I’m nothing
It’s like I never
Existed
Without my home
With no reflection
I cease to exist
And my children
Are dying now
Inside me
My children
Are dying now
Inside me
My children
All I love
All I know
All I’ve known
I am dying now
Inside me
My children
My children