The wattle dancing with the breeze,

Mystical birds and diverse creatures

Crawling, flying branch to branch.

Vivid skies and clouds, with beauty like no other.

Flourishing meadows, vines crawling the stump of the tree,

Waking up to the morning dew and the crisp foggy air all around.

Everywhere I go,

intricate, unique life surrounds me;

willingly or unwilling,

it is everywhere.