Green foliage aloft in the air ... this heart would melt as macaws did sing! Waters tumbled from heavens above where no measure of beauty would echo through spring! Now aflame; blame is played in political gain ... what will remain? Now aflame; claims are made in heartless words ... what will be heard?
Rivers of soul adrift with our time ... this heart did dream of tomorrows change! Howlers could swing in cacao’s sweetness where toucans did rest in a harmony of age! Now aflame; her receding lines awake in our eyes ... who will try? Now aflame; wasted on man in self preservation ... who will ration?
Beautiful hearts afloat in the dew ... this heart still yearns for the amazon sights! Babassus would rise in sunlit mist where the soul of the earth gave life to the light! Now aflame; waiting on change through ash filled tears ... who will clear? Now aflame; breathing futures will narrow with chimes ... the fallen will remind!