She puffs, she pants, much too hot to dig,
Emma cools down on creeping ivy.
She’s feeling good ‘neath a Moreton Bay Fig,
Where it’s cool and totally shady.
Emma cools down on creeping ivy.
She’s feeling good ‘neath a Moreton Bay Fig,
Where it’s cool and totally shady.
This rock face wears a sleepy eye,
Well, one, just a glimpse of the other.
On the forehead there is a wriggly line,
With weathered strands of hair hanging over.
Well, one, just a glimpse of the other.
On the forehead there is a wriggly line,
With weathered strands of hair hanging over.
I move in close, it changed in the light,
This face on the bank with sad eyes.
Contented, at rest― any movement was slight,
I’m told at midnight he sheds his disguise.
This face on the bank with sad eyes.
Contented, at rest― any movement was slight,
I’m told at midnight he sheds his disguise.
Something was creaking as I looked away,
It shook― one stoney ear rises.
Came a muffled voice, “Can you hear me..?”
“I can tell you,” a lonely voice says.
It shook― one stoney ear rises.
Came a muffled voice, “Can you hear me..?”
“I can tell you,” a lonely voice says.
Every road leads us to somewhere,
Any trav’ler may stop along the way.
Many places ne’er seen before,
Pages turning, every day.
Any trav’ler may stop along the way.
Many places ne’er seen before,
Pages turning, every day.
Found this collection on the side of the road,
Some bark was released by a tree.
Further down south, it may have snowed,
Nothing but white snow is all you can see.
Some bark was released by a tree.
Further down south, it may have snowed,
Nothing but white snow is all you can see.
These winding roads that separate bushlands,
Are traversed by man and beast.
Pass by early and you’ll see pademelons,
In search of a morning treat.
Are traversed by man and beast.
Pass by early and you’ll see pademelons,
In search of a morning treat.
It creeps over obstacles and climbs over trees,
Not in a straight line, to veer left or right.
A space consuming plant, with delicate fine leaves,
Regular wanderings for this epiphyte.
Not in a straight line, to veer left or right.
A space consuming plant, with delicate fine leaves,
Regular wanderings for this epiphyte.
Up here, it’s always shady and damp,
Where plants of the rainforest thrive.
Over boulders, mosses, vines and lichen wrap,
So amazing to see basalt come alive.
Where plants of the rainforest thrive.
Over boulders, mosses, vines and lichen wrap,
So amazing to see basalt come alive.
This Antarctic Beech tree is tucked away,
A creepy addition to the area,
In Springbrook, above the Numinbah Valley,
After nightfall it’s a whole lot scarier.
A creepy addition to the area,
In Springbrook, above the Numinbah Valley,
After nightfall it’s a whole lot scarier.
Here is a group of Antarctic Beech,
Take your time, they’re a close-knit family.
Dressed in lichen they hug, cheek to cheek,
Two thousand years on― still growing free.
Take your time, they’re a close-knit family.
Dressed in lichen they hug, cheek to cheek,
Two thousand years on― still growing free.
The Beech trees are a small family,
New shoots grow out from the trunk floor.
Young growth begins at the base of the tree,
Any offspring is virtually next door.
New shoots grow out from the trunk floor.
Young growth begins at the base of the tree,
Any offspring is virtually next door.
Climbing Springbrook, to a higher al-titude,
Pops ears and leaves you in the clouds.
There is a Beech tree that lives in the wrong latitude,
One of Nature’s inaccuracies, where mystery abounds.
Pops ears and leaves you in the clouds.
There is a Beech tree that lives in the wrong latitude,
One of Nature’s inaccuracies, where mystery abounds.
To the side of the track you’ll find it tucked away,
Several boulders of basalt let you sit.
So fresh and so cool is living earth here, at play,
Worth resting a while when you visit.
Several boulders of basalt let you sit.
So fresh and so cool is living earth here, at play,
Worth resting a while when you visit.
Look around and see if you can tell,
Check out all the moss and lichen.
These epiphytes are thriving well,
Scrambling Lily’s course― always uneven.
Check out all the moss and lichen.
These epiphytes are thriving well,
Scrambling Lily’s course― always uneven.
Boulders are seen ev’rywhere― so exciting,
Hurled from Tweed Valley’s beating heart.
The volcanic plug is known as Mt Warning,
This volcano may never re-start.
Hurled from Tweed Valley’s beating heart.
The volcanic plug is known as Mt Warning,
This volcano may never re-start.
This evergreen ivy creeps, forever prostrate,
Attracted to moist shaded areas.
The leaves are toxic so I’m glad I just ate,
And not good news for hungry vegetarians.
Attracted to moist shaded areas.
The leaves are toxic so I’m glad I just ate,
And not good news for hungry vegetarians.
Like a stream, the path meanders,
Trees might fall in the way.
Covered in leaves and creeping moss,
Saturated timbers falling from decay.
Trees might fall in the way.
Covered in leaves and creeping moss,
Saturated timbers falling from decay.
Mibum was once a great observation point,
For viewing across the valley.
One Summer season it was constantly wet,
Eventually, trees grew and stood in the way.
For viewing across the valley.
One Summer season it was constantly wet,
Eventually, trees grew and stood in the way.
Morton Bay Figs are sturdy shade trees,
They can live for a century-and-a-half.
Their roots snake away for ages and ages,
These trees even might hide a small giraffe.
They can live for a century-and-a-half.
Their roots snake away for ages and ages,
These trees even might hide a small giraffe.
