My Memory of Minnamurra

I love this place. 
I love walking on the bridges over the calming river, 
Holding onto the cold railing, making my hands shiver, 
And the friendly lyrebirds you meet at almost every stop,
Like a person telling their story to you. 
And the tiny lizards, thousands of them. 
And how about the most beautiful thing here at Minnamurra rainforest, 
The waterfall,
Crashing down the steep rocks, 
With moss growing, and leaves sprouting.
Plenty of people observing, 
The place which may never exist in a couple of years. 
Soon enough the forest will be a graveyard, 
Rocks covered in black oil, 
Lyrebirds and lizards dead from the inedible plastic,
Black and rotten trees, chopped down, 
And the people, who came to observe this place years ago, 
Can only admire nature from a distance. 
Everything we humans do, that is not harming us, 
Is stabbing mother nature in the heart.