A Day In Early August

A sight of great natural beauty to behold The wattles cloaked in their flowers of yellow to gold And though the sun it is hidden behind clouds of gray The calendar Spring only four weeks away A magpie is piping on a gray gum tree And the dainty pied magpie lark is singing pee wee Birds i do hear often and often does see The beauty of Nature is all around me The poets and the artists to creativity Nature does inspire And of singing her praises one never could tire The one i have loved since i was a young boy And learning of her ways i still do enjoy And the more i learn of her the more my wonder of her does grow Yet so little about her i can claim to know.