Myth of the Ningaloo Reef
We are archaic, and we deserve our rest.
The gods all agreed to lie down together.
They found a continent they enjoyed
Laid down like soldiers, brothers in arms.
Will we ever retain our position of worth? Wondered Zeus.
Jupiter gave him the answer, not on this plane.
We will become spirit again, so these bodies can turn into a reef
Let’s call it the Ningaloo suggested Zeus, wanting the last word.
The Ningaloo has the most gorgeous sunsets and sunrises.
There is an ethereal, mystical, feeling of awe associated with it.
Those who visit, often see and hear spirit for years afterward.
It is a marvelous place to revitalize and refresh your muse.
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