When one ventures into the Australian Outback,
Red sand often lies beneath one’s feet with clear blue skies overhead,
Whilst the plant life tends to bring it’s blue grey backdrop,
Unless it’s autumn or spring and the wild flowers bloom painting a floral rainbow instead…
Thus in midsummer when the gum’s finished blooming - ’tis too hot anytime but dusk and dawn,
To venture outside to enjoy the bushland without iced drinks and unavoidable sunburn…
So in the momentary magical moment when ’tis daylight yet mildly cool,
One can venture into the Aussie bushland on clear tracks safely from the heat in turn.
For enjoying the cockatoos squawking from the tree they call home for the night,
Though nearly excruciatingly loud if theres more birds than tree ’tis certainly an unforgettable sight,
The breeze wisps through the tree leaves blowing the cares from your aura and mind,
And while ever the snakes and goannas steer clear of your path your far from in a bind.
Though one can often not smell much more than dust… unless rain’s nearby and gidgee wreaks,
Which would blast this moment far from the lackadaisical seraphic without a few imminent tweaks,
Thus otherwise onwards one ventures with a splashing of wonder, caution, and care,
Enjoying the bushland’s magic surrounding you with all it’s fascinating flair.
For to have a flock of wrens flit about their way through the bushes beside is a magical moment,
And to notice the array of plant variations in just one area can be near mind boggling,
As when one happens across a gidgee grove it can feel like a lost twisting ’n’ turning forest,
A field loaded with saltbush varieties ~ a dried swap of gumtrees ~ the diversities constantly toggling.
Thus when ever one finds an appropriate moment to venture into the bushland of the Australian Outback,
Close your eyes, take a long slow breath, open your mind and go forth boldly,
As whether it be in the form of via a movie, meditation, or for those of us luckily enough to go in reality,
The magic and enchantment one can experience shall never be an element to pass one by coldly.
The Poetic Life 2.0 