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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A constant vein of nature’s blood cascading rock and sand, Flushing grains of dislodged mud. The beat in a mountain band, Currawongs sing melody. Black Cockies rasping call; The whispering breeze that shakes the trees, near a waterfall. Sassafras and twisted ti-tree display a rippling shadow, Mosses mingling with lichens where the sunlight doesn't show, Blackwood and Lilly Pilly trunks, struggling for the light, Lost is the canopy, when mist rolls in a billowed eerie white. Where there's always a river through a valley in the high country, There's always something there that takes my breath away from me along the banks by the shimmer, pristine life is shrouding me, Walking this river, through a valley in the high country. The flit is there, sharp eyes note, in camouflage a glistening eye, A Ground Thrush as still as stone watching me go walking by, The rustle of the leaves are gentle, attracts a fleeting glance of a disappearing rodent. Instinct breeds no games of chance. The reason I am walking here, with times eternal strain, I find no battle with my mind. Up here the world lives sane, Life and death hold constant beauty, complimenting every stage. Slow is change that's left alone, even when the waters rage. Where there's always a river through a valley in the high country, There's always something there that takes my breath away from me along the banks by the shimmer, pristine life is shrouding me, Walking this river, through a valley in the high country.
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