The trees parade across the hill And down into the valley, til They meet the river, there they slow And bow their greeting to the flow The river serenades the sky And dancing dragonflies go by The peaceful hum of sleepy bees While bright-winged birds sing in the trees In the fields the flowers dream…
Faint light appears in the east A baby day calls its infant greeting In beams of light lending colour to the world At night all is grey and blue and black But now the earth too wakes up With green and brown of leaf and bark and blade Green too, in the water, reflecting blue…
Let us speak of beautiful things Let us look beyond the surface bedlam to see an ethereal truth Let us understand the great goodness in the mysteries of life Whether it be the wordless power of art and music Whether it be flowers and trees, waterfalls and mountains Lakes and rivers and ever-moving oceans Whether…
This is the right place the place of belonging Where cool winds blow the sun is warm the land is rich This is home and hearth the niche where everything fits all connected and connecting like pieces of a jigsaw finally whole Nothing unnatural comes here The cycle of like is uninterrupted untainted…
On a cool clear day a lake lies gleaming rushes define the shore while lily pads dot their way across to where the distant trees sway and dip, waving swishing out a greeting and a summoning if I were light as air I would dance across the lilies to answer the call of the far…
The world knows that my country is currently being devastated by severe fires, beyond what has been experienced before. Man-made climate change seems responsible – temperatures are getting hotter and hotter, much of the country has been in prolonged drought, so the bush is ready and waiting to burn at a single spark. Millions of…
Moonrise paints the land in an eerie glow yellow fire on the lake trees and grasses painted black against eldritch light lap of water, sigh of wind song of nightbird and insect otherworldly land presided over by the golden, alien moon Moonset, fade to black for a moment only awaiting the dawn sun shining…
Dawn over the water Early morning glow of gold and red reflecting back from the blue depths Spring announces itself with buds encapsulating promises of glorious colour Baby leaves begin to unfurl on mostly bare trees Birds sing softly it’s a new day And in this moment the world turns In this beauty all…
There’s something a little magical about planting pushing those seeds into the good earth water and fertilise and wait with hope for the first small shoot There’s something rather exciting about tending those babies weeding and watering enough sun, enough shade protecting from pests and day by day watching them grow There’s nothing…
Listen to the car air conditioning, engine noise, tick tick of indicators and all the others on the road backwards and forwards busy busy always going someplace Listen to the people talking always talking sometimes good and deep, songs and beauty sometimes mean and cruel and shouting often chatter chatter echoing in emptiness …
