Floral void

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