There are no limits

Back in the scrub of the Aussie outback, 

Roos hop, wombats dig neverending mazes.

Buffalos are the tanks of this world.

There are no limits.

Hummingbirds hum, wild plants rule the ground, 

The old gum tree standing, swaying, dancing in the cool summer breeze.

The old tin shed an old sign of civilisation rusting and rattling in the breeze.

There are no limits. 

The old gum trees dropping leaves shaped

Like mini daggers, a possum's paradise as it stands tall, 

Covering many animals with shade. 

There are no limits.

Possums burrowing in the thick gum leaves, 

Building nests for the spring arrivals, 

Birds weaving sticks and leaves for the new members of the family. 

There are no limits.