An Old And A Brown Country

An old and a brown Country in need of every bush and tree
With thistles in abundance and dry and bare as bare can be
Before the arrival of the first people this Land was very old
It's true history on paper it never will be told
Some call it a new Country those who do not understand
That it was even ancient before dinosaurs walked on land
We are like Nature's Seasons to life we come to and from go
And Nature lives forever that much of her we do know
Beneath the dry and hard earth in unmarked graves the Land's first people lay
A different land from their time is the land they knew today
It was a different Land then a Land of many trees
The strong stench of pollution not blowing in the breeze
It is an ancient Country the big Country out there
By the dry winds and warm sun of Summer left looking brown and bare.