Winter trees, Summer Sun,
Cloudless sky, warmth on skin.
Autumn leaves, under rim,
Wind in hair, wondering.

Seasons change, days grow cold,
Back at home, earth is cracked.
Bushfire sparks, flames erupt,
Change has come, trees are dust.

Now I sit, tears on cheek,
In my mind, people’s crimes.
Forests cut, rivers drying,
Fragile Earth, slowly dying.

Is there hope, in this world?
I decide, choice is mine.
Standing up, Sun still shines,
I ride toward, a better future.

Posted by:Erland

Designer, photographer & facilitator. Vego foodie. Passionate about environmental justice, community organising & travel.