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Description
I sit here in this cold damp room,
Remembering what life was like;
A glimmer of hope, shines faintly through the gloom.
And I feel my thoughts, and my heart, wander.

I wander through the school yard:
My eyes envision all children playing,
Before their innocence was marred,
And hearts and minds were open to all.

I wander through a forest glen:
Alive with life, alive with breath.
Along came dozers driven by men,
Now all is desolate; animals flee, trees are dead.

I wander down a bubbling creek:
Water trickles over a stoney bed.
Then people settle there and within a week,
Sewage, rubbish and chemicals, replace the clear, fresh water.

I wander through the outback:
The dusty soil providing a flourish of green.
Then came the rabbit, camel and pig by the stack;
The land cannot support them, and all again is dead.

I wander through a field of snow:
Snowleopards, tigers roam the pure white land.
Along came malicious hunters, and with their guns they go.
The animals roam no more; the snow, left stained with blood.

My thoughts and heart return to this place:
What once was beautiful, fragile, perfect,
Has left this world forever; gone without a trace.
What hope is left for us, this dismal human race?

Description
I sit here in this cold damp room,
Remembering what life was like;
A glimmer of hope, shines faintly through the gloom.
And I feel my thoughts, and my heart, wander.

I wander through the school yard:
My eyes envision all children playing,
Before their innocence was marred,
And hearts and minds were open to all.

I wander through a forest glen:
Alive with life, alive with breath.
Along came dozers driven by men,
Now all is desolate; animals flee, trees are dead.

I wander down a bubbling creek:
Water trickles over a stoney bed.
Then people settle there and within a week,
Sewage, rubbish and chemicals, replace the clear, fresh water.

I wander through the outback:
The dusty soil providing a flourish of green.
Then came the rabbit, camel and pig by the stack;
The land cannot support them, and all again is dead.

I wander through a field of snow:
Snowleopards, tigers roam the pure white land.
Along came malicious hunters, and with their guns they go.
The animals roam no more; the snow, left stained with blood.

My thoughts and heart return to this place:
What once was beautiful, fragile, perfect,
Has left this world forever; gone without a trace.
What hope is left for us, this dismal human race?