The brushstrokes of Wollemi Pine

Each thin stroke detailing the environment was thick and vibrant with colour. 

Animals scurried around, joyous and happy, 

Crunching the leaves.

Each thin stroke revealed every leaf’s complex structure.

Barren and dull green

Stands the Wollemi pine.

No other of its kind stands with it.

It stands alone and desperate,

Asking us for our help

As we tear its kind down.

Before, each thin stroke revealed the grandness and luminosity of the Wollemi pine.

It was as green as the grass where no human has ever spoiled.

Not alone, surrounded by its friends.

Now, it stands beaten and melancholy.