I’m sitting in a park, in Sydney’s Parramatta

Between two streets so all I hear, is the sound of traffic clatter

The park is very tidy, I hear a bird or two

Yet the grass is so very green, and the sky so very blue

I compare it to

Victoria, a state of longtime draught

So long it seems recovery, is in a state of doubt

I love a sunburnt country, yet sometimes I want to cry

It’s not only sunburnt, but the ground is also dry

The trees can’t grow new leaves, foliage withers away

We need to replenish the ground, for the fauna and flora to stay

We don’t want a flood of water, just enough for life in our ground

So we can pass to our children, the pleasures of life that we found.