Inaudibly the brown, white and playful striped Tapir
now gathered his small herd into a warming pond.
Examining the smoke as it was nudging quicker,
in the ever toxic air which was visible with the dawn.
Lush no more it's trees or meadows in the low land,
Our Father now saw the inferno growing swiftly near.
From heaven, He heard the sounds of the scorching
animals and lands which brought to Him a tragic tear.
A Yanomami boy one of nineteen-thousand in his
Tribe living a secluded life within the Amazon forest.
Huddled with his family as they feared the crackling
sound of the deadly, toxic, and oh so woeful chorus!
God watched and heard their cries, nothing new for
humans don't seem to understand this is His land,
Man is quick to destroy and deplete that which was
created with beauty and resilience with God's hand!