Oh, Where Do I Belong?

Oh how I love to be out in the bush,
The natural world surrounds,
My head is packed with glorious sounds,
Cockatoos screeching around and around.

Walking up to the rocks above,
My spirt is lifted up like a bush dove,
Mountain after mountain of beautiful blue,
Paints a magnificent view, so true!

I rest for a while in a rocky cave,
And I drift off to sleep in ancient waves,
I think of the people who called this their home,
I listen to the many stories in the stone.

Oh how I miss my home of old!
I travel back and follow my tracks,
Journeying on til I get back,
To a place I call my own.