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.