Journey To The Sisters

The journey begins at 5 am,

When the sky is still pitch black.

The neighbours are still sleeping,

The birds are not so slack.

We zoom down the highway

At speeds the eye can’t see.

We move closer to the mountains,

As we travel from A to B.

The air gets crisper and colder,

It is easier to breathe. 

The eucalyptus trees are calling,

From their beautiful thick leaves. 

We’ve now arrived at Katoomba,

And wonder what are our chances

The fog may cover the sisters,

And shadow their graceful dances. 

Keep our precious sisters safe,

So they can continue to sing. 

May my own children see them,

I’ll bring them one fine spring.