Secrets Of Life
I've learnt the secrets of my land, of cool snowflake and warm white sand.
Of mighty trees that stand so tall, of whispering grass, of moreporks call.
I know the song of babbling brook; of quietness in a fern filled nook.
Of windswept coast and crashing sea, of a bush bound lake's serenity.
Felt the heartbeat of a mountain high, as it hurled abuse at a clear blue sky.
Inhaled the scent from fields of flowers, bright blossoms hang from laden boughers.
Gazed at night skies stars and moon