Balloons fly, Burst, fall...

In the footsteps we could fit you, you were small...

On the first day after the humans have gone,/ a bramble pokes through a crack in paving/...

“I only want to see the birds!” She whined, her arms up-stretched And fingers splayed, begging...

Barkindji are weeping for their Baarka mother -

The water is rising when I wake, and at first, I forget.

Good old Australia

Natural disasters are on the rise. Some messes are unrepairable.

Look up! Any time of night / you'll see blinking lights / of airplanes crossing

Clear-cut/ Land improvement/ To selfish minds—/ “Development”