Imagine you
are high in the mountains. All you can see for miles across the valleys is
trees – beautiful gum trees. Deep within
the karst hills are huge, cold caves. Glistening rocks, sparkling under the
lights, huge stalactites ranged like an army, and wafer thin sheets of white
and gold. Above you, tons of rock.
Around you, the scars of lost rivers and winds. Stories and secrets in stone. 
You wander
down from the caves, and swim in warm, green water. Serenaded by the gentle call of the
pobblebonk frog, look up to see a startling blue sky and hear the chatter of
small, excited birds in the bush.
The chill
of the cave washes off you in the warm water, even though the air is brisk this
early spring day. The sounds of children
laughing, the wind rustling and rattling the trees, and the soothing call of
the frogs relax and release you. Legs
tired from walking, but enjoying the push through water. Eyes smiling with
delight at new experiences, new sounds sights and smells. Heart bursting with delight at the sheer
scale and beauty of a natural landscape that welcomes the visitor and shares
its precious past and future with us.
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