|And the forest dwindles; it will soon be
Shrubs sprouting untidily in scorched black earth.
The sun will burn the earth, before now shadowed
For a hundred thousand years, dark and dripping,
Hiding jeweled insects and thick-veined plants,
Blue-black orchids and whitehearts, red macaws,
The green lace of ferns, gold butterflies, opal snakes,
Everything shrivels and dust begins to blow.
Those who love forests are also cut down.