A Poetic Moment Enduring Nature’s Challenges Amidst the Aussie Bush

When blue grey gumtrees beckon you upon a red dirt path into the bush,
That twists through an increasingly thickening monotone of bushes that seem to whisper,
Your every step ’tis taken in trust that the path you’ve chosen has a desired end,
As one step too deep into the Australian bushland can leave one with more than a blister,
Especially when the weather’s warm and an unpredicted storm brews overhead…

For not every moment spent in nature is peacefully filled with blossoms and butterflies,
If one ventures too deep paths can vanish/merge/and eventually completely confuse,
Resulting in one at least feeling lost irrespective where they turn or how they mentally compromise,
Whilst yet another track leads one deeper into the overgrown abyss of a blue grey flora ruse,
The clouds darken and the gidgee wreaks as humidity thickens the air and dust blocks ones view of the skies…

Ones endurance starts wavering as mentally you struggle to remain calm with this moments stack,
Despite being  an element usually solid that suddenly doesn’t quite have your back.
Yet amongst the looming threat of storm one stumbles upon another track,
Sunlight illuminating it akin movies guiding characters through sub plots that tend to lack,
With little else to guide you venture onwards hoping ’tis your subconscious with a supportive hack.

As when the red dust starts to swallow the chosen track you hastily walk upon,
And you note thunder starting its crackling through the sky ~ your ego retreats within,
Surviving becomes the perceived motivation as your mind surrenders to one’s subconscious’s song,
For you know a wrong turn in this moment could create challenges with a catastrophic spin,
Thus navigating beyond this situation needs to return you swiftly to where you desire to belong.

So step by step/turn vie turn with an element of faith in your heart you walk on,
Quintessentially returning to increasingly familiar surrounds ‘fore the downpour commences,
Retrospectively pondering your perspective in a rather mindful manner now paramount,
Until the seraphic aspect of venturing into the bushland once again overrides your senses,
Degrading any personal evolution not steadfastly integrated into ones being…