The hill to heaven

Ragged and wiry the hill slopes

Upwards, towards the sky

With every step I feel closer to heaven,

Closer to you,

Harsh undergrowth

Gently scattered with and softened

By wild flowers,

Purple orange yellow and blue,

Gum tree branches heave in the wind,

An eerie whistle produced

By dagger leaves,

Rocks protrude violently

Erupting from the earths soil,

While foxes scurry amongst them,

Sly and sneaky thieves

This land, so dangerous and raw

Is actually a home

A safe- haven to the animals

That survives within,

So whenever you’re feeling alone,

Unsure as to where you belong,

Step into our wild Australian bush,

And you may just find this is where

You fit in.