Across the limbs of the budded trees
On the edge of the deserted cricket ground
While thousands are protesting in the city centre
Nature is carrying a different protest
Stretched in a never ending line
With the wind carrying it across the coastline.

Rippling over the waves
And over the boarded up pier
Merging together in one sacred chord
In the forest at the edge of the day
Ignited in a different kind of anger
Before dulling to a halt when the breeze cuts out.

Shaking in the sunset
All the way across the city centre
Lost in the barrage of human noise
Intensely sad at what had happened 
Whether in-between two skyscrapers
Or over the edge of a distant cliff.

Their sadness enriched with history 
Continuously borrowed over millenniums 
Under sentences of shame 
Like the snap of a book about to be shut
Harvesting the skies from Australia to Iceland
Hoping people would realise much more needs doing.