Floral void
By Zunaira T
Published 1 September 2023
An overwhelming fragrance
Endured by the beat of the cicadas
Their bright yellow flowers sway openly
Downy Wattles silenced by the still moonlight
An inescapable void; captured in danger
Their lustre glows radiantly
Downy Wattles enveloped in Myrtle rust
Fuelled by habitat destruction
Their florals blinded by fumes of toxicity
Wiped out by the cold nature of reality
Allured by droplets of uncertainty
Slaughtered in broad daylight
Our minds focused on hallucinations
Reality fading away from us
Downy Wattles perish expeditiously
Yet our feeble efforts fail to save them
A floral void encompasses society
Influenced by habitat destruction
All there lies in the once thriving valleys
Are the graves of the Downy Wattles