In a World of Trouble

We look at that tree.

We don’t walk away.

Ghostly and dry.

Watching it all happen,

A strong silhouette in the darkness of the night.

Feeling for hope,

silent and still.

The rain rushes down,

giving life to everything it touches.

"Old and wise", said the old ancient gum.

The scars on the bark show how hard it has fought.

For a place in the world.

To survive.