Supply River

Deep in the heart of nature’s symphony,

A chorus of wild cascades and whispering canopies,

A constant euphoria of flora and fauna.

Ghosts of the past crumbled on the ground,

Bygone voices shrouded in sound,

Years of history sketched in stone,

Left out and overgrown.

Perched on the branch of an old gum,

The eagle surveys the landscape,

A valley of sheer embankments and rugged boulders,

A small inlet,

freckled with glossy fish,

A labyrinth of fresh waterways,

traversed by a precise heron.

Titans of emerald leaves and golden bark,

Shielding a wallaby,

From the soft lick of the sun.

Optimistic saplings race toward the warmth,

Just to be trampled,

By the foot of selfish humanity.