Grass trees at Coolah Tops.
Why are you
Ancient relics of Gwandana
With your halo of grassy leaves
And flowery spears attacking the sky
So mysterious and primeval?
Why are you
Quiet and sinister freaks of nature
Bent and twisted, stiff and wooden
Persistent in your longevity
So mysterious and resolute?
Why are you
Alien giants of comedy
Looking out, hiding behind
Those sprouted tufts
So mysterious and mischievous?
Why are you
Nature’s trick of eccentricity
Weathering storms and fires
Harbouring screeching yet silent creatures
So mysterious and whimsical?
Why are you
With primitive moss and lichen clinging
To resin laden trunks
Cocooned in dead leaves
So mysterious and frivolous?
Why are you
So mysterious and aloof Xanthorrhoea?