The Place

Come to the place where the plains stretch to the horizon, carpeted with lush grass, ageless trees, berries dotting snaking vines, Artemis’ cloak draped over the land,
Come to the place where specks of diamond are sprinkled onto a black tablecloth every night, to be pulled at bit by bit until the day is uncovered,
Come to the place where the world is quiet, where you can sit with your thoughts, sort them, arrange them, till the fog on your mind is lifted and you can see again,
Come with me, we’ll leave at dawn, go to the place where the world makes sense.

To escape from the place where the forests, once so rich with life and beauty, have been reduced to dirt, stumps of wood, a place of birth and growth to a place of death and destruction,
To escape from the place where the kookaburra lived, where its mother and father lived, where its ancestors lived, where it is no longer safe for it to live,
To escape from the place where the hungry flames burned, with deep rage and a desire for destruction, all because of shortsighted humans, baking the world like a pie in an oven,
Why, why, why?
Space, they said,
Growth, they said, 
Jobs, they said,
No.
Money,
Power,
GREED.

Life and death,
Joy and pain,
Growth and destruction,
You see both in this place.
But for how long?