Heartening To See A Green Grass-tree Community

I came in the early morning
to be with two grass-trees
sharing water and listening to kookaburras.

I walked slowly on towards the lake
and then, my joy indeed
was to see a community of greening grass-trees.

I say I wept for this is true.

I stayed a long time
witnessing sacred geometry,
and kundalini rising in the old forest.

Not yet a blade of grass or a greening tree
but the call of the whistler answering me
and two fairy wrens 
two magpies flying overhead
and on arriving home
later in the day
four black cockatoos flew above to say 'Gidday'.

Our Landscape Angel is taking care,
and the aqua sky with beautiful light
was another promising sight.



Here are photos of the grass-trees
and will keep a record of their growth.

I cry when I am walking.
Some of these trees may not revive.
Some will.
And I will go there still.

I know some plants will adapt and grow
and time will tell before we know
ashes to ashes and heart to heart
we all know life is for living
and Mother Nature, the bird and I 
are whistling to the blue sky. 

Please stay with us and sing to bring
rain and creatures back again.

May they come from where they are now.