Time slips back,
where kangaroos flourish,
wombats laid freely
before natures servitude.
Memories stand tall,
tree rings grow-
linearly through time,
storing forgotten tribulation.
Beauty pledges allegiance,
to augmenting shadow,
disrupting ecological flow.
Where shall I hide.
Standing mountain high,
throne erodes slowly,
where the Bushland-
salutes it's freedom.
Neglect surrounds me
where absence of control-
allows artificial growth,
beyond recognition.
Ironic perception bleeds,
numbers control growth,
Road kill piles up condemned by mans creation.
Where I rest, I shall stay.
--Joshua Tular, 29/11/2025
Themes : Social Criticism, Environment