Your Choices

The wind blows through the trees
The Regent Honeyeater's chirps soothe my ears
The light shines through the leaves 
Making a pattern of hope
Now, this is what we wish to see
Yet the future still looks unclear 
Our choices matter and affect them too
Our silly choices, to chop an Ironbark
Or our choices to fragment a landscape
My choices matter, your choices matter, our choices matter
To save a life