In the heart of the outback’s sun-scorched realm,
A kookaburra’s raucous laugh pierces the still,
Where crimson sands stretch beneath the blazing dome,
And the parched earth pulses with life’s ancient thrill.

I watch her she watches me

Her cry cracks the dawn:

a chorus,

a cacophony,

a call for the sky people to light the sun

Eucalyptus trees, their silvery leaves quiver,
In the relentless embrace of the wind’s fervent shiver.
Beneath the searing sky’s unyielding blaze,
Shadows pirouette in a dust-laden haze.

Each cackle cuts through the midday hush,
A vibrant chord in the landscape’s lush hush.
This arboreal court, where resilience reigns,
Is a theatre of life in the outback’s expansive domain.