The Valley's Beauty

Thoughts and dreams of this place I hold,

Memories with a meaning, left untold.

Peeling bark strips the blue gums,

The valley echoing with hums.

When you’re down in the dumps, it’s the place to go,

Happiness and fun, but not concealed from woe.

On this cliff I sit,

I take in the majestic view, every bit.

It is then when I hear a sound,

Loud enough to shake the ground.

My eyes dart down in fear, 

It is then very clear.

The blue gums are crying,

While people cut into them, or at least they’re trying.

Tears dribble down my face,

Like waterfalls trying to win a race.

I tread across the bland dirt ground, 

All that’s remaining is a torn seedling mound

At closer Inspection, I could save them, but the chances are low.

I buried them in the soil and now hope they can grow.