Looking to the horizon with an uninterupted view
rolling hills of red sand and spinafax as far as you can see
disappearing in the distance
a line of ghost gums follows the serpents trail
leading to a water hole that has long been forgotten
reflections play on the sides of the cliff faces and signal
the ending of day, welcoming of the evening to come
The waning moon is high in the sky and in the distance
there is the sound of merriment coming from the tree tops
to warm the hearts of the ancestors who once lived here.
Spirit fills this land and speak to my heart.
Here I feel at peace
Cara 2003