The Moss and Bark

The streaming water flies down the path.
I place my hand on the firm mossy tree.
The damp air blowing in my face.
I picked up my pace and went from a saunter to a race.
I raced to protect the firm mossy tree from what lay in its path.
In front of the moss and bark lay the council which was every tree's enemy.
Leaves fell from the empty trees.
The clouds got angry and grey. Rain spat on our heads.
Trees wailed and frantically swayed.
The river filled and didn’t go down.
As I looked up at the tree my heart sank.
Koalas, birds and insects are losing their home.
I will guard this tree like there is no tomorrow.
I will and I must guard this tree like there is no tomorrow.