Aeons

When flaming viscid magma cracked the crust

It forged with blasts the basalt mountain range.

As ages did decay the peaks to dust

Impassive stars above surveyed the change.

A fragile seedling sought the deep red soil

The rootlings desperately craving care

Beneath a tow’ring mount that tempests foil

To grow aloft the mighty boughs so fair.

The stately gum gives shelter from the storm

As lightning lashes clouds not far away.

Inside a hollow node, secure and warm,

Rosella chicks avoid the bad melee.

This moment took but aeons to prepare

Majestic, marvellous, a miracle.

Ev`ry instant so special yet not rare,

But dares the poet lift to lyrical!

The chicks and stars to each its place to shine,

A continuity of space and time.