Jacaranda's

Jacaranda's A gap in the sky where Jacaranda's bloomed, Just yesterday, only yesterday, yes yesterday! I awoke to chainsaw screeching, Rising and falling like crows screaming. The groan of branches brittle with age, The sharp crack as big bones break; The whoosh of castles of leaves flailing, The crashing fall of life unwanted, The whisper as a tree is stunted. Did you hear the crack, the crash, the cruelty? Did you feel the breaking, breathless, dying? I feel it in my bones, that premonition of crying, I hear it in my heart, that soulful sound of moaning; And in my head the whispers, Of loss, of loss, of loss, of loss; Trees falling, crying and dying; People losing sight in the rising pyre, Blinded by the smoke of brash hunger Greed overcoming life's rightful fire.