Ferntree Gully

As I walk along the mossy path,

Sticks crunch under my shoes.

I hear the birds chirping while they sit in trees.

The sun shines down on me,

Making me feel safe and warm. 

Old trees grow bigger, and bigger,

Twisting and turning, swaying through the breeze.

But soon, it will all be gone.

The sound of chainsaws pierce my ears.

The smell of rubbish fills my nose.

I watch them take down the Gully.

More and more people show up in their cars.

What used to be a beautiful place

Is now ruined. 

Ash and bits of bark lay silently 

On the hard rocky ground.

A single flower sits on the dust.

It bursts with colour

Then it blows away.

All is lost.