Acknowledgment of country

Polyglot acknowledges that Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people are the Traditional Custodians of the lands on which we live and create, and we pay our respects to Elders past and present. For more than 65,000 years, children and families have created and played here, and we are grateful to make our art on this country too.

19 Jun 2026 Artistic Reflections

Let’s Meet the Forest

Forest production photo: Laura May Grogan. Polyglot artists dressed in blue crouch in a bushland clearing, studying elements of the landscape through round blue lampshades. A stage manager walks behind them. They are surrounded by trees.

Reflections on Forest

Poem & illustrations by Briony Farrell, Generator artist

Let’s meet the forest.

You and me,

together.

Take me where your curiosity leads,
and I’ll show you how to listen
to the oceans inside trees.

We can stay awhile,

translating critter’s codes,
and whispering secrets to the ancient moss.

We come alive out here.

You and me,

together.

We can dance to the rhythm of frog song,
let our legs twist like reeds.

I’ll show you how the underside of a leaf
looks just like my palm.

And you can tell me all the stories
that bustle beneath our feet.

We’ll become the forest.

Our roots intertwined,
our branches outstretched,
we peep out at the world.
Then everything grows still,
just long enough
for us to feel the soil breathe.

Our time,
a kind of gift,
for remembering.

We’re not so different really,

you,

me,

or the forest.

All of us,

together.

Illustration and poem: Briony Farrell. A sketch of two children embracing a tree trunk. The poem (part 1 of 2) reads: Let's meet the forest. You and me, together. Take me where your curiosity leads, and I'll show you how to listen to the oceans inside trees. We can stay awhile, translating critter's codes, and whispering secrets to the ancient moss. We come alive out here. You and me, together.
Illustration and poem: Briony Farrell. A sketch of a child under a tree, gazing at their reflection in a large dish of water. The poem (part 2 of 2) reads: We can dance to the rhythm of frog song, let our legs twist like reeds. I'll show you how the underside of a leaf looks just like my palm. And you can tell me all the stories that bustle beneath our feet. We'll become the forest. Our roots intertwined, our branches outstretched, we peep out at the world. Then everything grows still, just long enough for us to feel the soil breathe. Our time, a kind of gift, for remembering. We're not so different really, you, me, or the forest. All of us, together.

Feature image: Forest. Laura May Grogan.

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