Ode To the Blue Mountains

Katoomba, a wild sound, an ancient name. With it, a sense of awe silently came. I only saw part of you But still I was amazed, all the way through. What would I do Where would I be If I had seen you At the full, staggering height Of your beauty? Your beauty is like no other sight. Beauty that only nature could have created That no other wonders could possibly be equated. Beauty To be feared. You call to those who hear Who believe in folklore and fairy land Those who understand. Foolish men think they can explain it all But I saw you with your giant sandstone walls. I saw you without the aggressiveness that comes with volcanoes I saw you as your diamond streams flow. I saw your cliffs, your plateaus. I saw your lush canopy of trees, I saw your peaceful, yet mysterious quality. I saw you as you spread the faint, misty haze, Like a sea of blue waves. You are the mountains of a thousand faces I can look at you in a thousand different ways. Your blue, strange hue is never of the same shade It changes every moment, every day. Your beauty is like a dart With one graceful shot, you hit my heart.