“Why am I here?” I ask in wonder;
here in this land they call “Down Under”.
“Down at the bottom of the bottom land,
far from the warmth of golden sun and sand.”
But I like the cold, those chills that wake;
the dancing fire I then can then make.
To walk in the evening with freezing face
tells me of the wonder of Gaia’s grace.
Then, after a walk it always feels right
to snuggle down warm for a quiet night
with the woman I love sleeping by my side
fills me with a joy that I just can’t hide.