
We strive to control,
to twist nature to our will;
unyielding, it grows.

We strive to control,
to twist nature to our will;
unyielding, it grows.

Enduring mother:
gathering leaves, harmless seems,
til she avenges.

Reflecting life, art,
as a leopard’s spots, imprints
colours in our minds.

Muddy and rocky
though life, like lake, at its end
swims pristine beauty.

As the winter gums
brave the weather’s vagaries,
good friends have your back.