Author: Krista

Location: Tarkine; North West Tasmania; Rapid River

We were a small group of Artists,

With those that held us,

Perched on vandalized forest

Carelessly, vehmently felled,

Surrounded by virgin oldgrowth,

The juxtaposition, the violation

Too poignant to ignore,

And I felt the vulnerability of that forest,

The Tarkine –

My vulnerability,

The vulnerability of all nature at our mercy,

And I cried,

And that ear, a tiny river,

Ran to the forest floor,

And I wept some more.

So much Beauty, so much Destruction,

But still

I hope

And still

I fight,

And yes still I hope and will forever fight…

Art credit: Krista (author)