Yarra Ranges National Park

Vast thick leaves catch raindrops drip drip.

The calm waves scratch at the shore makes me want to skip.

Ancient trees tower over.

I'm as lucky as a four leaf clover.

In the strong arms of Yarra Ranges.

Like you know it isn't worth any exchanges.

A buzz of a chainsaw

Makes anyone want to withdraw

Trees groan

There ancient bark moan

Bang, crash was this planned?

If only the forest could expand 

That could save our beloved land

Wind whispers in my ear 

This won’t be our final year

For if we are going down ever

We will be remembered forever.