What Happend?

Before there were weather-beaten brick and tin huts,

When much of this land called Australia was uninterrupted by colonists,

There were

Ancient forests where Thylacines meandered, o so clever.

There were

Mobs of Indigenous Australians huddled in their bark huts, sheltering from violent weather.

T’was a long time ago when placid waterways, swept through rifted valleys

Vast open plains welcomed long gone species of fauna

And old Gondwana forests untouched by even the Indigenous people, still thrived.

Before there were large sandstone houses on vast estates

There were small gatherings of Indigenous people's bark huts, whose people could sustain themselves on the land.

There was

Pristine, fresh air, as clean as freshly washed linen

Aspects of this country that have now vanished,

Disappeared or suffocating

What happened?