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