Phoenix

There in hills so precious green
I sit marooned robed while
Morning is still night with stars
So plentiful and close I could gather
With my hand- listen closely then
I can hear the corroboree frogs
Chanting along the Snowy Mist
Cold I settle in my posture
Good to be home.

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