Ayers Rock

The never ending red and torrid dust Ants, marching, lines, each one inch long The rock stands tall in dusty land people fight and bicker where they live yet strength is gained from giving what we give each day the marching lines we seem to make the never ending waste of living time The Rock, it stands out tall in desert lake The dingo's, march around the camping ground The dust, is red and thick it never ends Yet men, can be the mountain in the wind set now, to concur dust, as rocks of time the vultures wait, like dingo's in the dust the mountains, are the hurdles we must climb You know, that there are fish upon ayers rock little guppy's swimming, in there ponds a secret, hidden in the desert lake people have, their hidden gifts inside a secret part, that sometimes learns to fly a gift, that needs to find the light of day a secret, we should share in life's display