I stand before you ancient and strong
And have witnessed so many rights and wrongs.
The wind and rain and fire, have tried
To make me give up my life and pride.
The birds sing and rest in my arms
The bees search for a home in my palm
And possums scatter and animals flutter, and the forest lives on.
Beneath my outstretched canopy of song
My leaves rustle, my branches grind,
My twigs snap off and now I find
The process starts all over again
To nourish me to take the strain.
For centuries the seasons have shown
That the forest and my friends need to grow.
This land needs me and mine, and you are invited to sit awhile
And then understand that the fortunes of time plus nature
Are really so beautiful and so devine.