Both pink and blue 

The colour radiant 

Like a blossom on a tree

 

The ocean, blue as a sapphire 

Not far away,

The lake as pink as Bubblegum

The sandy beach as fine as sugar 

 

Surrounding the lake, 

A sea of green, 

Made of leaves and branches 

Where wildlife can be seen

 

The waves crashing in the distance

The cool blowing wind 

The scent of salty water 

Lake Hillier 

Mountains as high as the clouds 

Though a sea of green, 

I hear the trees swaying 

A truly precious scene.

 

The mist as white as snow 

Almost touching the cold ground 

The clouds as grey as ash, 

Not making a single sound 

In the distance, 

The trees are standing straight and tall 

Have I been here in a dream? 

I cannot recall

No movement 

No sound 

No foot prints

On the hard ground  

Ancient mountains 
The clouds changing shape 

Above the valley 

Dominating the landscape 

Hannah O'Bree

The trees stand tall. 

Hiding the waterfall. 

The water swims down the rocks. 

Hiding the core like multiple locks. 

A flock of birds can be heard in the sky. 

I envy them, that they can be free and fly. 

The gloomy green leaves lash against the tree. 

Hoping that they can be free. 

The leaves want to be free.
But when they have fallen, they wish to be a part of that tree.
They hate being alive.
But when they die they wish to be alive.

The wind whispers, 

Which flies through all the forests and rivers. 

The sun softly shines. 

The rays are like bright lines. 

Touching everything in sight. 

Making it all bright. 

I want to be that light. 

Not to feel fright. 

Then there is the night. 

Even in darkness the moon gives out a lovely light. 

Even if it’s day. 

There are still shadows. Here I lay, 

Watching the big beautiful blue sky. 

I ask it how many people has it seen that tells it goodbye? 

The clouds are in a loop of flying and falling. 

I wonder who it is the clouds are calling? 

The water ripples flow and break. 

How many tears are fake? 

The lost lake reflects, 

The lake is made of tears and blood, aren’t we the suspects? 

The land is dying. 

Why are we all lying. 

Soon the birds won’t be flying. 

Haven’t we noticed that the earth is crying? 

The land is alive. 

The land helps us live and thrive. 

How much can it withstand? 

This gorgeous green land? 

How long can we lie to each other? 

But then there are those who lie to their lover. 

The world has become this. 

A world without bliss. 

Happiness are only seen in small glimpses around the land. 

But just like the sand. 

It’s washed away by the crystal clear waves. 

The echo of water splashed in caves. 

Australia is surrounded by forests, deserts and beaches. 

Which are Australia’s greatest features. 

Open your eyes. 

See through all the lies. 

Why are we blind when our eyes are open? 

Is the reason why we are blind is our emotions. 

How can we save this earth that helps us live? 

What do we have to give? 

The plants and animals grow. 

Do you hear the sound of crows? 

The sound of machines is coming this way. 

All the forest can do is lay. 

Now buildings are being built. 

I wonder do they feel any guilt? 

Some hide their emotions deep inside. 

Some believe in lies. 

Because they wish it to be true. 

Imagine watching the world from the beginning it wouldn’t be a nice view. 

It’s all just a cycle of war, betrayal, power, death, life and lies. 

We can’t hear the cries. 
Because we've heard it too many times.

I can hear the crowd cheering 

While players are all playing 

On lovely luscious green grass 

Athletes are playing fast 

 

Batsman hitting boundaries 

The score tallies higher 

Batsman hitting sixes 

As the ball flies higher in the sky 

 

Bowlers getting wickets 

Fans and their tickets 

Bowlers bowling as fast as cheetahs 

Fielders running many kilometers 

100 024 seats filled with fans 

The game being filmed by cams 

Teams lose and teams win 

Cricket balls being copped on the chin 

 

Fresh boiling food as hot as fire 

Member’s area for hire 

Bins for rubbish and scraps 

Most importantly, the toilets for taking craps 

The Sun awakens, saying hello, 

Bringing the lake from shadow to shine. 

The water begins to ripple and run,

Deep, dangerous but divine. 

 

Water as blue as blueberries, 

Surrounded by tall, green trees, 

Flowing in the wind, 

As they please. 

 

Sounds of water splashing, 

Against the volcanic rock, 

Birds tweeting loudly, 

As they begin to flock. 

 

Radiant and bright, 

A sea of desire, 

Beautiful and calm, 

A precious sapphire, 

 

Sunset reflects against the water, 

Glittering away into night, 

As the sun rises tomorrow, 

The lake will be gifted with light. 

The cliff face neighboring the water, with rocks red and brown,towering over the blue lake, turning into a frown. 

Green grass and bushes few foliage around,  scarce and scruffy,  glued to the ground. 

A lake big and blue,    like a piece of the sky itself,but unusually dark as night,          a waterfall like a shelf. 

A waterfall with white foam, A little pool halfway up. Bright against the lake,      collecting water like a cup. 

 

Dry dusty desert planes,  

The plants thirsty waiting for the rains. 

The scorched land’s red soil, 

As the lizards rest in their coils. 

 

The hot weather can burn, 

From the land we can learn. 

The rock stands proud and tall, 

It is the heart of the land to all. 

 

With raging summers, 

And emu runners, 

Kangaroos jumping, 

And thunder thumping. 

 

Like a sea of red, 

Australia born and bred. 

This rock is old and aged, 

This rocks legacy, could never be upstaged. 

 

As night falls, the night sky a gem, 

Like the top of the flower, sprouting from the stem. 

The sun comes, the moon hides, 

The moon pulled away, by the nights tide. 

 

The land red, the sky blue, 

The land so treacherous, no-one could find you. 
Ezra.

 

Bold and red. 
The centre of our land. 
Our mighty rock, 
Stands guardian of our land. 

 
Red at dusk, 

Purple at dawn. 

She holds many a tale, 

But never forlorn. 

The red, open, dry land, 

Rocks sit in the open. 

Snakes lay there in the heat, 

Waiting for night to come. 

The rock standing up tall, 

Trying to touch the sky. 

The sky as blue as the ocean, 

The clouds as creamy as
white silk.