In the valley, the wattles drip with yellow,

Revealing patches of old farmland

Where mother nature has reclaimed the slopes.


In the valley, the currawongs leave for kunanyi,

After sheltering in the creek for winter,

They’re ready for the cliffs again.


In the valley, wedge-tailed eagles balance

On the warm updrafts, they glide

Keenly watching the land below.


Winter rains leave grasses green,

Eucalypts reveal new growth

Young branches reaching up towards the sun.


But beyond the green pockets

Nestled under the mountain,

Rhythms are changing and

Cycles are slipping

Out of alignment.


The future of the valley,

The future of the planet,

Is up to us.