Child's Trouvaille

Quietly, I went,

Misanthrope searching for comfort,

Lachrymose thoughts curling

Corners of my consciousness fraying,

I plummet into the warm embrace

Of the birch, the gums

The cooling shade of the figs

The entanglement of the branches

Far above my head.

Tacenda of my mind

An ever-loving muse

My country

My heart

Ethereal bibelot, verdant and bright

Fervently protecting the soft peace

My home

Tranquil murmurings of acceptance

Sprightly chattering of love

Sublime beauty to my delight

My Australia.