My memories fading

The sorrowful mist invading

Where my heart should lay.

 

A beating, a thumping

The trees all clumping

Broken and bloodied I cry.

 

Through the forest I’m dragged

With the mark of death I’m tagged

Laying underneath the ghost gum tree.

 

Pounding like the rhythm of a raging river

The heart of Mother Nature send my thoughts upriver

To the baby sparrows who sing their lullabies and tiny ladybugs who whisper secrets.

 

The blackness of night as silent as a screech

Mother Nature - a saviour that can’t reach

No touch nor breach.

 

In the forest of silence

The ghost gum tree lays

A bank of knowledge

Who holds me in a death tight grip to this day.