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.