Muvuca

You hold the alphabet
to the carnival of seeds in the forest.
Every tree a symphony in the jungle opera.
Every flower, a fiery libretto.
You, the olive skinned
artist, not fed on bread
or rum cake, but on roots
and fruits scattered in the Amazon.
You the solver of the puzzle
to the countdown of saving species,
a superb recipe of seed-macaroni
embracing mismanaged land like a loving belief.

Thank you Editor Kusi Okamura and the entire team at thewildword. Read the poem on the website here https://thewildword.com/poetry-vinita-agrawal/