narratorAUSTRALIA Volume Three

You might very well ask me why

  this lovely bird is no longer seen.

  I’ll have to tell you, with a sigh,

  that this water is far from clean.

  But strangely that lack of foresight

  left it open to sky, wind and rain.

  Trees flourished in the light

  of this ‘designated flood plain’.

  Now once again this piece of land,

  with plans to re-route the drain,

  is threatened by developer’s hand.

  Things will get worse again.

  We live as if it’s only our need

  that matters in all the earth.

  Pursue lives of excess and greed,

  to us birds have little worth.

  We don’t seem able to live and share,

  wanting to change all we see.

  Despoil, destroy what was once fair

  whether field or stream or tree.

  Tuesday 21 May 2013 4 pm

  The Music of Nature So Serene

  Alexander Gardiner

  Bullaburra, NSW

  The music of nature so serene,

  Magic sights to be seen.

  Wafting sweet scents to caress the mind,

  Forest trees and flora, all kind.

  Oh what joy and ecstasy in one’s mind’s eye,

  When eyes closed from the sunny sky.

  Opening slightly to mist the gleam,

  Breathe in joy of this heavenly scene.

  Open more to wide eyed joy,

  Now your senses are in full employ.

  Time now in slow motion pace,

  Slowing down to nature’s nourishing grace.

  Grasses wafting their own sweet scent,

  The sweet odour of blossoms heavenly sent.

  Lost in an exotic calming feel,

  Worries of life begin to peel.

  Stripped away from your wearied mind,

  Healing that stress, that worldly kind.

  Drinking in nature’s healing balm,

  absorbing, relaxing in a gentle calm.

  Wide open now to blossom’s delicate bloom,

  So grand a single joyous bloom would fill the largest room.

  Pinks, whites, yellow, every explosive colour,

  Makes all life’s worries even duller.

  Oh I wish I could stay in this nature’s womb,

  To live in this trance without worldly gloom.

  Why then do we not always grasp this nature’s dream?

  To live life without nature’s verdant scenes.