Our home

I like vast stretches where misty ground greets the sky,
Where eucalyptus’ breathe and the kookaburras glide,
From golden coastlines stretching to the horizon,
To hills surrounding where the wild jewels are concealed,
The sunburnt earth so large it stretches everywhere,
An art piece of undergrowth and sea,
Mountains stretching their arms across the land,
Seems like this land has hidden beauty everywhere,
And when winter eventually comes,
The warm weather becomes Frostbitingly chilly,
And the red-hot beaches become blue and ice cold,
And the peaks of the mountains are wet and freezing,
For in this area of extreme weather is also peaceful,
There's a spirit covered in nature's beauty,
My heart comes from where wild winds roam,
In this large land I call my home.