For You To Decide

Through the banksias on well-worn tracks,                                               
Bull ants scuttle and down swoop bats.                                                     
A sugar glider grips my shoulder                                                             
I lean against a tree or boulder

A sweet starchy taste clings to my teeth,                                                 
Murnong tuber, what a feast!                                                                 
The smell of muntries must be savoured,                                                 
Can you imagine the flavour

And oh, the sound, I can't describe it!                                                         
Rushing wind, croaking frogs, which one? I can't describe it.                   
Something has awoken, inside my very soul,                                           
Is it the spirit of nature? I hope so on the whole.                                     

For thousands of years, this place has thrived,                                         
But will it tomorrow? That's For You To Decide.