I don’t believe that 

a simple word

is able to encapsulate 

something so wonderful

so full of beauty and mystery 

Me, they call me so many things

They call me home

Jaguars running all over me looking for

Maned wolves listening to the

Hyacinth macaws flying all over me 

and making my skies even bluer

They call me magnificent 

When they see all the animals 

that run all over my surface

When they see all the species that 

I can call my own 

When they see all the green around 

the blue that covers me 

They call me an opportunity 

Setting my green surface on fire

Setting new animals that do not belong to me 

Setting green paper in their wallets 

They call me tragedy 

Flames covering all my beauties

They no longer call me home 

How can an unsafe place be called home?

They no longer call me magnificent 

How can a destroyed place be called magnificent?

Now all I am is an opportunity 

Converting my green surface into green paper