There is a place where tall trees whisper, their voices dance on the wind as they sing,
With rustled leaves and creaking branches, that stretch in the midday sun of spring,
Where green farmlands are sweetly fragranced, creating soft beds for small white sheep,
The warm spring sunlight stretches lazily, across pasture rich and forest deep,
Where scent of eucalyptus on the gentle breeze, seeps into my lungs and heals,
And hungry bees seek sweet nectar, that colourful wildflowers reveal.
A mountain rises from this place, where the fern tree canopy glows bright green,
Because the sunlight kisses both frond and leaf, that line a mountain stream,
High on the peak tree trunks reach up, great columns seek the sun they recognise,
Their branches teem with new life that sleeps, comforted by whispered forest lullabies,
The mighty ironbark trees greet the stars each night, and farewell the moon each dawn,
This is where my heart feels full, my thoughts are free, and on my face a smile is worn.
Dan Verkys 