Australia

I am the Land Down Under.

I wonder how I can unite the Aborigines with the latest generations of European settlers.

I hear the whispering awe of visitors who first see my beauty.

I see the brilliance of a rainbow when I gaze into the Great Barrier Reef.

I want my country to be explored, yet appreciated.

I am the Land Down Under.

I pretend I am the protector of this spot on the globe.

I feel accomplishment and pride as I finger through the rich history of my soil.

I touch the souls of the people who have fed, watered, and loved me.

I worry the magnificence of my terrain will be lost among the efforts to commercialize and mine my treasures.

I cry when I hear my people bicker and squabble over ancestral rites and ownership.

I am the Land Down Under.

I understand the yearning of the masses to come and investigate.

I say the untamed landscapes and animals are a marvel that one must behold.

I dream of peaceful days and tranquil nights.

I try to accommodate the ideas and visions my people have for my plains and my vistas.

I hope my miles of splendor bring joy to all who holiday, relax, and live upon me.

I am the Land Down Under.