Elderslie Banksia Scrub Forest

Strong winds up in the mountains carry the leaves, swirling on the top. I try to let the wind carry me but fail, but let my mind wander into the yellow colourful forest of soft brushing scrubs. Birds whistle with the breeze and enter into my ears with each song, my mind goes deeper into the earth's roots.

On the outside, it may seem it’s normal yellow brushy appearance but on the inside, there is something that protects the future of many little plants and lives that is inside the core, the heart of the plant. Each day, there may not be much of a difference but it’s roots grow stronger and hold the weight of the body. 

Drip drop, here comes the wet. Water sliding down the leaves into the ground soft soil. Harsh, strong winds blow harder each breath, the winds get hotter.  Flames appear, no one there to help, they spread, some lives were lost...