Protection

I stood, looking at the old wisdom induced trees.

The tea-tree finger fungus grips to the brownish, green log, 

like I did to my mum on the first day of school.

The sky blackens, half the world with it.

Then stars, planets - Space comes to help light the way.

The tea-tree finger fungus falls towards the green moss that’s covering the ground. 

I can feel the breeze on me, and it reminds me of childhood summers,

When I was young and carefree. 

Then, as quickly as I was lost in the memory it stopped,

and I’m left feeling a bitter sense of disappointment, like when an ice cream melts before you can eat it.

The tea tree finger fungus lies limp on the sharp sticks that cover the earth.

We must protect our world.