Manta Ray - J. Ralph, Antony

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