The shadow and light shimmering reflection of the bush
on the river arrests my eyes, gleaning with the sun
like a halo shining against the light blue sky, flashing
a mirage of paradise from the past,
sculpted carvings of half-exposed roots suddenly appear
in my sight, hanging by the thread. I feel unsettled
as I step on dry, parched land trying to read a Country
deprived of living water.
Mining tail run-offs muddy crystal-clear springs,
and stolen waters to feed food crops have seized the
twinkle and sparkle of the dancing lake nymphs
for their dishonoured habitation
has left them breathless, their frolicking fish friends
have been found life-less floating on the river
warning of an omen of dark days ahead.
The light of consciousness beckons to return to Earth now
to heal our wounded Mother, for her children must unite
to throw asunder the poison chalice of power and greed
and uphold the sanctity of the grounds of being.