(11 photos) – Florentine Forest Tasmania, 2020.
There’s still trees left, that stand to feel the rain,
But every day there’s less, the forests feel the pain.
Habitat gone, with the stroke of a pen,
Land changed forever, by the greed of men.
It doesn’t have to be this way,
If many minds, could only be swayed.
Forests, we cut them down, with no thought of the future.
Plastic, we throw it ’round, with no thought for the future.
Coal and oil we take from the ground, with no thought for the future.
We discard the future, as though it’s not our future.
I pity those who inherit that future.
Poems by me, first two quotes* overheard on the day above. It was not a day of protest, but a day of learning.