In the heart of verdant whispers, where the great rivers flow,
Dwells the soul of the forest, in the children’s eyes, it glows.
With feet bare upon the earth, their laughter rings in tune,
To the parrot’s vibrant chorus, ‘neath the watchful Amazon moon.

Tiny hands, like leaves, reach out, to the sky so vast and blue,
Grasping dreams of peace and harmony, in the morning’s dew.
They dance with the spirits of the trees, in a silent, sacred ballet,
Wearing crowns of orchids wild, in the break of day.

Beaded bracelets jingle softly, anklets sing of ancient lore,
Each step a story of the land, each breath a folklore.
Their voices rise in unison, a plea so clear and bold,
For the guardianship of the Amazon, its wonders to uphold.

Oh, children of the forest, keepers of the flame,
Your innocence, a beacon, in the world’s relentless game.
May your tribes thrive in the green, may your rivers ever run,
For you are the promise of tomorrow, the daughters, and the sons.

So let us stand with these young hearts, in their quest so pure and just,
For the peace and preservation, in their hands, we trust.
The Amazon, their cradle, the earth their cherished home,
May they flourish in their embrace, never to roam.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

This poem is a tribute to the indigenous children, their deep connection with nature, and their role in preserving the Amazon rainforest. May their spirit and the beauty of their homeland continue to thrive for generations to come.