Deforestation

Morning dew shimmers like shooting stars as it drips off a shining leaf

The bird's morning call sounds like an orchestra of sparkling, chiming bells

Shimmering sunlight shines over small, delicate saplings

Crackling gum leaves paint the decorated ground green and dusty brown

A green leaf flies gently in the soft, calming breeze

The nimble possum scurries over the scribbly bark of a eucalyptus tree

The grasshoppers play a soothing violin, the perfect accompaniment for the flowing creek

The forest is alive.

The crack of an axe

A tree falls

The screaming silence echoes in the forest

What has happened to the shimmering morning dew

What has happened to the call of the morning birds

What has happened to the shimmering sunlight

What has happened to the crackling gum leaves

What has happened to the calming breeze

What has happened to the nimble possums

What has happened to the violin and its accompaniment

The forest is dead.