Nature poem

Dear elder swamp,
Like most I used to think
of you as a bit of a quagmire,
muddy, very green, but a bit on the monotone.

Once spending time with you,
Everything’s changed
I hear you singing when the wind passes through
I see how the grass trees are shelters for tiny worlds
How the scattering of banksia & the birds
to rest, take counsel

Thanks, no I mean it
For the beautiful lake,
the streams that cascade into valleys
for breathing in these
gases that could choke
our human existence

I like hanging around you,
I bring my friends
They are starting to like you too.