Island of Songs.
Published at whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com
Fraser Island sweetly sings
from serpentine streams so clear,
so unclouded and untouched
they could be water or air.
Music murmurs in mangroves,
cobalt blue of upland lake,
banksia grove, pandanas palm
and forests of coastal she-oak.
The eastern wave always sings
as she washes from her sand
the tracks of 4 wheel drives
that deeply scour the land.
Even though tomorrow
the traffic will resume,
following the tide will sing
her lyrical cleansing tune.
Yes, all day long strange music
ripples or crashes in the sea,
and high in towering treetops
come songs of exquisite beauty.
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