The Australian Outback

Rows upon rows of luscious green grass 
Its pure mist purifying the air like a natural deodorizer 
Blooming Bottlebrush swaying harmoniously in the serene breeze 
The other flowers staring enviously at its smooth, defined moves 
A green gum tree towering above,  
Watching over the bright, vibrant field 
Spreading its vast, tangled branches across like a boundless protector 
The radiant pink sky hovering on top 
ablaze with the fire of the setting sun 
But in the distance trouble awaits 
Huge Wheeled Machines come out one after the other like a swarm of furious bees 
Their long spiky arms piercing the rough brown bark of the wailing trees 
An immense toxicity protrudes, proliferating like a deadly virus 
Once a lively prosperous land, now a grey solemn graveyard 
Only a mere glimpse of the dangers threatening our precious species 
Whose voices can’t be heard, nor feelings can be felt 
This is the reality of the Australian Outback.