Hibbertia spanantha

In burnt, brittle lands

In forests of ash I still stand

In a world of glistening smoke

My neverseen leaves still poke

Buried under a mound of soil

Only then do they disappear, my toils

My body melts, moulding

The natural world, unfolding

Living in the midst of a drowning sea

As I am erased from history 

Never represented enough

A puny flowering shrub

Yet I continue to live,

I am still able to forgive

My hope will not waver

Until you owe me no favours

Remember, whilst exhausted, you are winged

Don’t let your legs cage you from the wind