GODS COUNTRY

I’m torn between the cities, with their flashing neon lights
And the sand dunes of my western home where I’d often lie at nights
And gaze upon the heavens so crystalline and clear,
While the distant howl of dingoes was music to my ears.
To see that desert burst to life with just an inch of rain
A kaleidoscope of colours; Ah to be there once again.
But of all the places in this land I think I’d rather be
Where the forests of the Daintree sweep down toward the sea,
With its miles of golden beaches and waters glistening in the sun
This is Gods own country to be shared with everyone....... The Anointed.