Why is there always a dark side?
When the moon shines so bright
Who’s taking us on this blindfold ride?
While our reasoning is out of sight
Why is there always a silver lining
When the hazardous clouds are hovering so low
Who’s making the lower world enchanting?
While our malignant demons grow and grow
Why do we call them magic mushrooms?
When all they bring is gloom and doom
Who’s controlling this ageing Mother
While our pleading hands are hustled undercover
Featured Image: Taken at Hollybank Nature Park, Tasmania, 17th April 2014.