I love how when the wind blows

you can almost hear thousands of leaves rustling.

I love that there are hundreds of shades of green

that Crayola could never touch.

That was not the case in California-

everything was dead

  hot

  burned

  and dehydrated.

An entire state reduced to crumbly, dry dirt

and palm trees.

This is not the case in South America.

Where we have stripped the landfor

   Mahogany desks and bleached paper.