Written by Marcy Saldivar |


A summer-morning cicada choir sings,

The green iguanas jump between treetops, 

A scarlet macaw opens rainbow wings,

Dim light contrasts the glowing eyes of crocs.

At dawn, a herd of peccaries run home, 

Capuchins play a game of tag in flight, 

Army ants line up, march to floors unknown, 

A howler monkey moans into the night.  

Remove your dozers, shovels, giant cranes.

With ease, you killed the croaking golden toad,

And jungle cats will soon be ancient names,

You cut the flora, invading with roads.

Exploit pura vida ‘til green turns gray,

‘Til vital forests die and silence preys.