The Ghost Gum Tree
By Talia S
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.