Old Lead Reserve

Golden green tears that scar the land,

The water birds fly and cause ripples 

Union and discord

Discord and union 

Lush droplets are lifted up by grotesque ancient arms 

Shades the dusted worn blanket 

Milk from a pitcher poured onto the sky 

Ants sigh as they look up from their colonies

The ebullient scent of eucalyptus 

Makes even the smallest of creatures 

Excited for a new day

The mother feeds the grubs to her younglings 

They squawk and laugh but are not hesitant in pushing each other off the nest 

The black kangaroo looks up at the great wide horizon 

He breathes it all in and whispers to himself,

“Good morning, world”