Down the Dirt Road

I'm staring at the red dirt-covered roads,

It's like watching some boring old toads. 

The red kangaroo paws sway in the wind, 

not seeing its beauty is like being blind.

The high arch in the rock stays standing long, 

People destroying the rock is very wrong.

Creatures stay in the safety of the arch, 

The archway is like standing under a branch. 

The ground shakes, the trees tremble through the night, 

Trucks roll in and out faster when comes new light.

The rocks and dirt fly, tearing the land up, 

It is like visiting a giant dump.

As the birds sing in the trees I can see, 

The dirt may be red but it's home to me.