Every morning I stand in front of the kitchen window washing up. I see birds in the bird feeder and birds on the birdbath. I see kangaroos eating whatever is left of the green grass which is not much. I see dying trees and miraculously some still green. I try to focus on the green the alternative brown and dying fills me with despair.
There is a drought now in so many places. Dusty, brown and crackly. Places where young children have never seen rain. I can’t imagine not knowing rain, the smell, the sound, the touch. The purifying quality of water.
I look out the window and I see a Sandpaper Fig with a sparse covering of leaves. Now brown and yellow leaves sprinkled around its trunk outnumber the green ones.
I look out the window and see a Plum Pine just metres from the fig covered in bright green leaves. This same tree not long ago had a Ring Tail Possum build its dray amongst the dense foliage. Selection of the fittest? I don’t know. I despair. Then I see the Tree of Life and I feel hope.
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