Manta Ray

In the trees

between the leaves

all the growing

that we did

all the loving

and seperating

all the turning

to face each other

I divide

in the sky

in the seams

between the beams

all the loving

and seperating

all the turning

to face each other

without biodiversity

and nothing

means 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