The Struggle For The Dark-Bract Banksia

The Dark-Bract Banksia blooms defiantly, its browning leaves look desperate for salvation

Living in the desert land of Australia, the banksia struggles

The clear creeks it once inhabited have long dried up

Polluted and siphoned as squatters built their huts

The sunburnt country is only lucky for a few

The cracked, calloused excuse for good land

Any green plants that once lived here have been plucked by the spirit's hand

As the Dark-Bract Banksia tries to sprout new leaves

A sandstorm comes and the battered stem heaves

The trickling brooks run no more

The failed stalk falls, tired of its silent war