Try as I might, there's no shaking the words to her ubiquitous poem out of my head. Although it's either that or the "Baby Shark" jingle, so it's a toss up as to which is more frustrating to have stuck on a loop!

While My Country is terribly romantic in how it portrays the Australian landscape, you can't deny that we are a land of "droughts and flooding rains".

This summer - indeed the spring that preceded it as well - has been a rollercoaster of natural disaster. We've had bushfires burning non-stop for more than 70 days and devastating great swathes of this sunburnt country, claiming lives and livelihoods, homes and youthful exuberance.

Social media has contained little else but bushfires for weeks, as everyone shares emergency advice, updates on personal threat or safety, and more than a little 'fake news' that spread faster than the wildfires.

Roads have been shut, schools closed and emergency alerts pinging our phones for days on end. Now it's happening again, but for rainstorms and flooding - "beauty and terror" indeed.

(We've had the scorching heat from the sun, skies turning blood-red, towering flames and columns of smoke, thunder and lightning...a coronavirus plague. Does anyone hear the buzzing of locusts?)

There can be a lot to hate or be discouraged about in this country. However, it's important to look past the disaster to the incredible people who love and fight for their communities. There is incredible strength and resilience in this "wide brown land" that we all should hold close to our hearts.

And for those who wish to read beyond the second stanza of My Country we all know (and have on mental repeat), here are stanzas four and five:

Core of my heart, my country!

Her pitiless blue sky,

When sick at heart, around us,

We see the cattle die -

But then the grey clouds gather,

And we can bless again

The drumming of an army,

The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!

Land of the Rainbow Gold,

For flood and fire and famine,

She pays us back threefold -

Over the thirsty paddocks,

Watch, after many days,

The filmy veil of greenness

That thickens as we gaze.