Please help me
It burns, it burns.
My home is on fire,
And I can't return.
The forests are painted in red,
They are hurting inside, and I can feel their pain.
Please send help,
I keep getting burned and the fire has spread.
Where shall I go if there is nowhere else?
My home is where nature is.
My trees are forgiving enough to let me lay by their side even knowing I am only human.
So please I call for your help.
But if nature isn't your home how could you tell?
Oh graceful Amazônia,
They can't tell,
Their hearts are made of plastic and consumerism as well.
Don't break Amazônia, you are everyone's shell.
If only they could tell, if only they could tell.
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The Love of Aphrodite
SpirituellesThis is a book with some reflections I have written about life over the years. I started to write my thoughts from a very young age and I have felt guided to share them. Thank you for reading and remember: authors' rights must be protected.
