A Clearing In The Bush
By Keira O
Published 26 September 2022
A clearing in the bush
where the cockatoo sing
where the water flows
where the grass grows
where we belong
Here, where the ghosts of trees lie
awaiting future friends
Where a subtle buzz in the distance warns,
a buzz of destruction sounds
Notice how nature fades,
how man-made life spreads,
how the cockatoo abandoned their posts,
how the water's now murky,
how the grass is now worn,
how this clearing is fading