Wombat Hope
By Freya B
Published 4 August 2023
Thud, again it crashes, breaking the hard silence of the once gorgeous forest.
Gone, the dreaded word finally put to use but doesn’t break hope.
Try, how? The forest's hope has been drained by your empty hearts and the dreams float a way like mist on a windy day.
One day, will it be the same with all its colours and expressions like a vibrant Van Gogh painting.
Hearts, start to pour with the last of the Tassie devil's roar, but we snore the forest is still awake, the forest is still awake.