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