My
Country Haven
Slowly,
ever so slowly, I open my eyes.
I
open them to greet the late morning –
The
soft, gentle, circular clouds.
Their
edges are beautiful to behold
They
are as pleasing and delicate as the finest china
They
capture one’s adoration so much that the blue, peaceful tranquillity
Of
the sky is almost disregarded and unequal to their loveliness.
Almost.
From
the clouds and away from their
Connotations
of restfulness to gaze upon
That
pavonine sky, I am so struck and
Then
absorbed in my inspection of it
That
I am almost persuaded to pay
Little
heed to the landscape.
Almost.
That
glorious, breathtaking Australian Landscape…
So
delightful and refreshing it is to gaze upon its fascinating green and brown
folds.
They
are the folds and layers of the landscape.
Like
a beloved quilt, filled with warmth
And
comfort and dotted with
Intriguing,
intricate patterns of foliage and
Cattle
slowly devouring the grass shoots beneath them.
One
of these so intricate and intriguing patterns
Is that formed by the eucalyptus trees
They
are as dances to the soothing humming
Of
the native bees and the song of the birds
Who
would call them home –
Magpies,
currawongs and kookaburras
All
singing the melodious song of nature
Unimpeded
by the unlovely,
ugly
cacophony of the civilisation of man and that associated with it.
If
only man could let alone
This
God made quilt to rusticate
Peacefully
until it is put to rights by its creator…
But
can we ever resist?
