In the trees
between the leaves
all the growing
that we didall the loving
and seperating
all the turning
to face each otherI divide
in the sky
in the seams
between the beams
all the loving
and seperating
all the turning
to face each otherwithout biodiversity
and nothing
means like I never
existedwithout my home
with no reflection
I cease to existand 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
