so tall they had become.
For years they'd nurtured native plants,
but now their job was done.
Alas! No longer did we hear,
our Tui's joyful song.
He'd teetered on the spindly tops,
and warbled loud and long.
But now he didn't have a place,
to serenade his mate;
as silence fell upon us,
realisation came too late:
That Nature has a purpose,
beyond our narrow sight,
and human intervention,
doesn't always get it right.
Yet Time can be benevolent,
and smaller pines have grown.
Today I heard that bell-like chime,
Our Tui's come back home!
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
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