Silence Seeping Poem by Dylan Attard

Silence seeping through my bones,
As the Rosella calls and the branches groan,
The city feels so far away,
Distant,
An hours drive, a year, half a day?
Yet in a tranquil, serene, silent bliss like this,
Not a single sound stirs but the breeze at my feet.
Fire and sunlight providing all the heat,
That Man has ever sought to own.
Cockatoo's call whilst our house rusts,
Nature prevails where most men fall,
Pass on my message She calls out to me.
This is where life belongs.
Beauty deserves to be free.