Everlast

The lullaby of the wind rocks

the petals back and forth,

the motion sending the rocks surrounding the flower

to plummet down to the earthly bark of the eucalypt woodlands.

The purple petals sway delicately in the harsh wind,

staying wedged between the slopes and lurching back in defence

as the howling breeze grows merciless.

You take in the small details of the purple wattle,

realising that you’ve never really taken in nature's beauty.

Issues in this world come and go,

but nature is everlasting. But as the last flower fades away

into the distance and disintegrates away,

I begin to question the simplicity of it all.

The prostrate branches stretch away from the shrub,

making the illusion that the small plant is bigger than reality.

Forest leaves swirl together in unison

as the vivid blue sky diminishes and the frantic birds fly south.

The everlasting feeling of being trapped advances into something more,

something powerful, but yet so subtle.

The everlasting feeling was not there,

the everlasting feeling was never there.

"Not everything lasts for evermore".