Nature’s little trials
With graceful power and beauty
A blessed act of style
Should we grow too cocky
Nature, she will smile
With graceful power and beauty
Should we grow too cocky
Nature, she will smile
With graceful power and beauty
With her sails all torn
The great tall ship
Her tiller shorn
She broke her back
Upon the stone
I watch the Earth breathe
Breathing in with the flood
Breathing out with the ebb
The eternal dance
Of the sea upon the shore
A time when I become something else
A place where I become someone else
As if touched by divinity
I suppose that is the way
Of rainforest life
I hanker for the sun
Complain about the wet
But it exhausts me
when the sun stays too long
I love the chutzpah of communities
Which plunk themselves down on the edge of a continent
That the sea has been ferociously taking back
Since the land was born
Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise
Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise
I rise
Bring my didjeridu
To some beautiful place
And serenade the dawn
And so it begins