I stand beside this mighty tree; I feel
Just like an ant. A hundred metres tall
Almost, and fifteen metres round the base.
I touch the bark – it’s live with funguses
And little beasties; stores a vast amount
Of carbon through its boughs and roots. There’s peace
Just now within this forest; there’s an air
Of rev’rence under this leviathan.
It has more genes than man and it was here
When Cook arrived with guns, disease and thoughts
Of bringing industry to Terra ‘not
So’ Nullius. So then we had the axe,
The chainsaw and the wood chip mill, with threat
Of death for planet earth and all within,
Not just the mighty Ash. Thank God for those
Like Jill who’ve kept the faith and seen off Gunns.
Now Nippon’s dark satanic mill is sick
And soon to die. Vast tree, be here when mills
And all their ugliness have quit the land.