For so many months, this was a landscape of savanna browns enlivened with the dry sound of dead leaf singing it’s funereal song.
In a few short weeks the bone hard earth has softened to the rains sweet caress.
A deep blush of green has suffused all with its living mantle of being.
Every mirrored hollow reflects moon, sun and cloud back toward the great skydome.
The winters of this place are a time of soft beauty and intense colour.
The westering sun in one final act of magnificence bestows the blessings of its fiery soul upon the grateful ecology.
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