Date: 14th of October, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

A year ago:

You wouldn’t believe me,but the skies did.You wouldn’t listen to me,

but the trees did.You wouldn’t wait for me,

but the breeze did.You wouldn’t ask for me,

but the birds did.

You wouldn’t cherish me,

but the rivers did.You wouldn’t lay with me,

but the sunrise did.You wouldn’t ask for me,

but the rain did.You wouldn’t make space for me,

but the mountains did.You wouldn’t write to me,

but the flowers did.

when I wished to the sky.

when I ran through the trees.

when I ran wild in the breezewhen I whistled to the birds.

when I laid my soul out on the river beds.When I was up early before sunrise.

When I walked slowly through the rainWhen I hummed in the mountains

When I held wild flowers loosely.

I didn’t believe me.

Nature never declined me.