where we start

a story i mustn’t write.

the story in which we burn forests with a single match,

the same story in which we flare icebergs.

the story of land,

the story of the sky.

the story in which both meet amongst the line where the sun dies.

the silence in which gouldian finches trill,

the hum of thousands of species in a gentle rainforest.

the rush of water down each mountain,

the fear i won’t witness it all for it may disappear too soon.

the cry in which each volcano erupts,

the miracle of the oxymoron of an underwater waterfall.

the hunt each animal must take to live another day,

the circle of life which must continue with no one’s say.

to kill and harm, we did.

but to save, we choose.

to breed another species.

to plant another plant,

it is all where we choose to start.