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Dead and dying stand in columns across embattled hills,
stark grey faded from proud green
that once was.
Vines and unruly grasses
try to cover their defilement,
but no shroud can mark an end here.
Birds and other creatures knew first and fled,
As people feared for cherished lives left in discarded heaps.
In that bitter midnight, with stars in its eye, the storm
took the glory of forested hills and shores
but not their power.
They will revive, the common mantra says
And no one dares to disbelieve.
Tho’ now, when night steals the light
and we are suspended in time,
left with only the crisp sounds of the sea,
we can believe it is all still
as it once was.
But rising light cannot keep a secret,
So struggling hearts obliged to rebound
seek out hope:
green shoots on twisted branches and the fond sonatas
of birdsong restore our tested faith for another day.
(after Cyclone Yasi 2011)
Russ' Writings from the Wet Tropics
The wet tropics of Far North Queensland is a place of enormous natural beauty with World Heritage listed rain forests sweeping down to meet the sea. And it embraces one of the great wonders of the world -- the Great Barrier Reef.