Camping Trip

The cool mist floats above the morning sky

An engine roars as a car enters the camping ground

The door opens and my feet touch the soft moss and grass

I slip out of the warm seats and enter a new atmosphere

The wind is chilly, but the breeze is fresh

I unload the car and begin to unravel the cerulean tarp

But I glimpse a light, a faraway light

A kookaburra leaps out before flying away

I chase the kookaburra, jumping over felled trees

The foliage is lush and the flowers have bloomed

The kookaburra perches on a tree

Its wise eyes staring at me

I look around and see the villages of many 

Ants, wallabies and birds

Except the trees are gone, the shelters of many

The trees stripped and bare

I look towards the only tree left

The kookaburra is gone.