Grey

Miracle of the sun, spring and such
Nothing too great, nothing too much
If I can not feel your presence
Flowers colours fade, greens goes grey
I kneel before you, and beg you to stay
my amazon

Disappearance

Ancestors taught their ways
World changed, I stayed
the same, preserving what was,
is precious in my eyes
settlers entered mother amazon
told a thousand lies
trees cut, rivers destroyed
ancient ways didn’t survive
Neither did I