Magic of Nature

The dust of the deserts, the dry air, the dry heat a dust storm approaches as we run like cockroaches. The scene is golden no green in sight, some might call this a delight. our farmers in a drought, but they work, no less, without a plenty of food YES, we stress. We sit on the couch to have a beer, turn on the news, there's plenty to hear. The Murray River big and brown surrounded by gumtrees like a crown. We camp we fish we ski, there is always plenty to see. We awake to a sunrise t begin a new day the decision is yours, where would you like to be?