Steve Irwin: Natures Wild Life Orion’s Son

This poem was inspired by Steve Irwin the Australian Crocodile Dundee. He was what we would call ‘the real Mcoy’ meaning he is an authentic person. I remember his wife Terri saying he used to get very sad about the state of the world and she described one night when he didn’t want to live. She just placed her hand on his chest silently. He told her the next day she saved his life. He was a beautiful person and worked to raise awareness that we are destroying our planet. Steve was awakened and he was here to show us another way. To live in peace with nature, to preserve it and respect it. He did this with such enthusiasm that was child like, that is how you can tell if a person is awake, they see the joy in life.

The other morning I was contemplating on the mighty whales and how intelligent they are, how they are slaughtered for scientific reasons, so the claims go. We do not understand the rights of nature to live in harmony without interference. We are out of balance which is why we see nature out of balance, it is responding to us. Until we evolve a new consciousness, we will experience the outcome of the imbalance. How do we change? we start to notice nature, we then learn how it works, grow a garden, then we actively protect nature and live in harmony with this living system. We must wake up. It is time to love our true nature. Wakey wakey…..

A WILD LIFE

The people are sleeping
Yet one is not sleeping,
He is working to conserve,
Writing to pre-serve,
Our nature,
For it is a lonely planet,
A discovery channel,
If only we could turn the television off,
And live in the real world.

The higher nature,
Takes you out of the dark forest
Of disbelief,
The cliff face serves as a relief,
Dangers are merely the unknown,
That thrill the spirit,
Of those adventurous who dare,
To care,
To save the world.

The real McCoy,
The genuine article,
The honest faith,
Of passionate zeal,
For Crocodile Dundee was not a character,
Yet this character was an action man,
For he inspired the next generation,
For as the earth is turning,
The soil is burning,
And sand is running out of the hour glass,
For we have 30 seconds to midnight.

With a childhood enthusiasm,
That never ceases to exist,
He is working even harder,
For the gorilla’s in the mist,
For we will return to the dark ages,
Neanderthal man must evolve,
For humans must solve the problem,
Of their essential nature.

The wildlife,
Is not wild,
There is no danger,
Only the anger of man remains,
For fear built cities that crumble,
Walls to keep the world out,
No longer humble,
Yet it is in opening the doors,
That we unlock real security.

Fearlessness is the key,
For only the love of one’s own nature,
Can dissolve unnatural boundaries,
For the levy bank,
Has no money,
Yet when it is breached,
A new channel is par of the course,
To an open sea.

His leaving the mortal coil,
Fills me with remorse and turmoil,
For there are so few of his ilk,
Natural selection favoured the banker,
Draping luxuries in silk,
The hoarder holds possessions close,
Redrawn borders close unless one has identity,
We live in insanity,
For we are not free in our world,
To come and go
As we please,
And for the moment,
The tide is out,
We stand on tidal flats,
Awaiting the climate to change.

I would have liked to have known him,
Catching crocodiles for protection,
Climbing trees like a monkey,
Seeing the face of grace in the many eyes of a spider,
Caressing the snake skin for it is alive,
Seeing true beauty in every natural act,
And running toward it,
Getting to know it,
Embracing it as worth preserving,
In a world consuming itself to death.

A real man,
Is not drinking but thinking,
Not stealing but feeling,
Not chasing after every fantasy,
But being the centre of pure fantasy,
For he is the hero we miss,
For green is not mean
it protects what we love,
He is honest and true blue,
Gets to know you,
And as he looks to the sun,
Across to the horizon,
He is the fun of the Amazon,
The eternal son of Orion,
He is someone we would die for,
For he is an example,
The sweetness
of passions fruit.