Australia

In the land down under, where the hot sun melts Into the ocean, there exists a quiet splendor, Of nature's beauty frozen in a stilled silence. A world of unspoiled grace, protected by it's people, And nurtured by its native inhabitance. There is a stillness in this wondrous country, As if never touched by the outside world, A harsh paradise of extremes, but blessed by The almighty's masterful hands. In the outback nomads land, the bold and Adventurous explore the unknown territories, Of this the land of the lost. In the wilds wilderness, the bushmen are Kings without equal, traveling down trails Of the forgotten, but remembered by the Souls bearing the mark of freedom. To be born without realities shackles, Living as men were made to live, At one with nature itself, taking only What is needed to survive, in this God’s country, called Australia. Here the breath of the lord, Can still be felt, as a soft textured breeze, Rushing across the open tundra, And echoing through the mountain tops, High peaks. A golden land of plenty, as it was intended To be since the beginning, cherished as a Precious gem, in the crown of he whom Rules on the most high. One day I’d love to hear the birds of heaven Sing, and watch the kangaroos hopping, in Their wild meadows and glens. But for now I admire this beautiful land From afar, this marvel of a land, Called Australia. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN