Curled up under bushes in a tight cocoon,
Snugly protected like a baby in the womb,
Resting in my haven, a secure safe nest,
Warm and cosy, like a child at a breast.
I’m joined to Mother-Nature and her umbilical cord,
A wondrous union in a harmonious accord,
Breathing in the perfume of pine scented trees,
An illusion of radiance hovered over me.
Drifting into dreamland where fantasies come true,
Wishing not for riches, but peace the whole world through,
I entered the cosmos, far away from harm,
Where comfort and love met as a healing balm.
Returning to Earth I awoke from the deep,
Exhilarated and focused after a sound sleep,
A fire in my belly, it came to me,
With a fierce and final urgency.
Preserve the flora for generations to come,
Grow a small shrub or eucalyptus gum,
Leafy bushes planted by hand,
Making Australia a greener land.
Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 27.07.1999
