Changing and Changeless

In the city, season's changes only barely leave their mark for the city's far from nature with it's neon in the dark The rush and ceaseless hustle leave no time for rain or drought and no one has the time to see the sun come peeping out The dirt and grime, the lack of heart, the soulless dead fish eyes the traffic jams and smog alerts, the crooked deals and lies The city's unencumbered by a need for flooding rains and if they come, there's water pipes and flood controls and drains The bush is more dependent on the cycles of the sun where nature rules the way of life from dawn till day is done Where farmers scan an empty sky with hopes of building cloud and red dust coats the stockman like a ruddy choking shroud Then with the rains come changes all across the barren land and life in all its wonder now comes bursting from the sand Where days before the dry red earth foretold impending doom now everlasting flowers are a sea of coloured bloom And now along the river beds the flooding waters race and with a time of plenty nature quickens up its pace The magpies flit and warble as they gather up their nest for till the season turns again there'll be no time to rest And then the wheel begins to turn the rains will soon abate and those who live by nature's law are in the hands of fate But city streets remain the same though seasons come and go no room it seems for nature's world, that ceaseless ebb and flow (All the poems I post here are from my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust".)