All This Time

The lush grass covers the muddy Baw Baw

as it hides away from the world.

It creeps beneath the rocky bush land,

aware of the screaming silence.

As the dim light reflects off the

uneven brown patches on the small frog,

its time has finally come.

The terrifying shadows of extinction emerge from deep within,

and the dreaded feeling of never seeing the world again.

We had enough time. So why did we start now?

We didn’t need to care before.

So why did we have to care now?

It only took a glimpse of reality to put us back in place.

So why did it take all this time?

All this time, we had no regrets.

All this time, we had no fear.

All this time, we never read between the lines.

All this time, we never cared.

Until now. All it took was,

"All This Time."