Bush, trees and lots of seeds
For I shall see them all
I wade across the Murray River
To hear the kookaburras call
I meet the Eucalyptus trees
For I shall see them again
Now it's time to see the bush
And look what time has done to them
I trek across the barren middle
To see the king of rocks,
It stands there proud and true
For I shall see the sites of great old Uluru
I meet the bushes and say hello
For age has withered them
There's a possibility that would be the end
Ancient trees disperse their seeds
To be taken on the daily breeze
They travel far and wide to
Nature. Earth. Home.