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