Gnarled
Rock and bough
Resilient
Adaptive
Outback
Beauty
Rock and bough
Resilient
Adaptive
Outback
Beauty
I mind
Not a bit
Becoming one
With it all
Just me
And the land
And the dance
Of the road
We roll on through
With singing tires
On bitumen
Both dreaming of
This singing land
I only have a glimpse
Of the way ahead
Through difficult terrain
Many sections of the path
Remain obscured
And the final destination
Still lies beyond
The visible horizon
And there go we
Like sailors
Over the rolling land
Into unknown worlds
But when I look more closely
Therein lies the beauty
I see the endless changes
And nothing less
Drought leaves the gully quiet
What water there is
Seeps down a shaded wall
Trickles in the valley
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning