Sometimes My Mind
Wild Flower
Beauties Thorns After Sofala
Drought
When Will The River Flow
Black cockatoos screech from the tree tops
She oaks crack in the wind
Bending and breaking their ghostly limbs
Fallen silent across the dry river bed
Shallow pools shimmer gold dust and wait for rain
The dying light whispers the shadows name
When will the river flow again
When will the river flow
Star light fades when forests burn
Birds don’t sing in the dawn
Nature cries in the dead of night
Naked and forlorn
We only have ourselves to blame
The dying light whispers the shadows name
When will the river flow again
When will the river flow