A Beautiful Day In December

The high woods are bathed in sunshine it is such a beautiful day The rufous whistler he is whistling his song to his identity a give away His kind often whistle before rain and storm perhaps a change in the weather is near One knows it will rain in warm Summer weather when the songs of the birds one does hear The golden billed blackbird is whistling he is singing his welcome to rain How birds can sense change in the weather seems beyond humankind to explain They can detect change in their environment them we tend to underestimate The welcome rain in the warm and dry Summer Nature's minstrels happy to celebrate The more that we learn of Nature the less about her we know we know As the mother of all living life forms our wonder of her only grow As well as feeding humans she feeds all life forms to our own selves we are not being true If we do not love our Earth Mother and pay her the respect she is due A beautiful day in December the sun shines on the woodland trees And the songs of Nature's feathered minstrels are carrying in the gentle breeze.