These days the many fires in the Amazon have been news and have raised numerous issues related to the environment, management and also related to the people who live in it and want to continue to be there. We are facing a challenge that is much more than a challenge regarding the conservation of a given ecosystem. To some extent, it is similar to the protection given to cork oaks in Portugal as a protected species that it is forbidden to cut, and this can be seen as an interference with the property and management rights that an owner will have over his own assets. The interesting thing is not so much this aspect of reality, because we understand the prohibition due to the importance of the tree, but the possibility that the owner has to derive income from this tree, through cork sales. Looking at the Amazon we can see this challenge with the same eyes and come to the same conclusion: even those who have an economic interest in deforestation of the Amazon rainforest when they realize that they can also subsist, and have the same standards of life with a fully conserved forest they will want that same conservation. Regarding the conservation of the Amazon rainforest, if the problem of its destruction can be considered global, even if the main potential problem is to the countries in which it exists, or may cease to exist, global support for its conservation seems to make sense.
We also invite you to get to know the winner poem of Anthology “Nature 2018-2019”
The Lady of Coram by Claire O' Connell from Ireland
Who is she wish of hand?
Fainted lady of Coram,
Calling to the frozen abyss,
Hush to the dead-
Floating frozen ocean shore,
Lost of sight and broken sea floors,
Simple words that string the line,
Gain of nothing; lost of the divine.
She taunts them to escape frozen shores,
Under her rule of taunting pain,
Giving false hope to the frozen souls,
The lady of Coram owns the game.
What is her aim but to win?
She surely carries out her task,
Stay a moment and hear her callous laugh,
To silence the lost is her forte,
All the souls trapped in ocean ice,
Victims of directed fallen Angels winged in black,
The being of many names traps them,
Still to me she is the lady of Coram,
Calling to the dark I hear their roars,
It’s all I ever really hear,
Frozen soul, Ocean Sea,
I wait for the sun to set the shore alight,
Still all that is before me is the Ocean Coram,
I walk away all alone,
I ignore the lost and frozen,
Does that make me worse?
Still under all the façade-
Am I just like her - the lady of the dark.