The little girl in me had a simple but seemingly impossible dream. She wanted to travel the world.
She visited countries, now most of them have been marked off the bucket list. She walked through gardens and museums, rich in history. She shopped for things that had value in the moment and discarded them long ago, without regret.
Yes, she travelled the world, but she had an insatiable yearning … she hadn’t seen anything as yet.
The realisation was a powerful catalyst. She wanted more than the eye could see. So she cast aside shackles and started to experience, free.
She saw colours more vibrant
than any painting in a gallery.
And when colours were muted
she found, they still told a story.
She searched for the Cape Barren Geese, at every trip to Esperance and found the giant bird, doing the impossible. Looking elegant.
Her eyes held a joey’s gaze while it snuggled deep within the mother’s pouch. It was something she only read about.
She walked with waders until they found the perfect palette for her to capture the moment.
She delighted in the ice cream pink wave of flowers, she found one day, in spring.
Yes, that little girl had dreams.
But, never in her wildest imagination did she think, Nature could generate this powerful synergy.
Until next time
a dawn bird