A Quiet Place

I love a quiet place miles from the streets of human created noise A sunlit place full of birdsong and beautiful butterflies That flit about the wildering flowers all through the Summer day I know of such a lovely spot two miles off of the highway. Where the flute like song of the grey shrike thrush is carrying in the breeze In temperatures not too warm or cool from twenty to twenty five degrees. To lay on the lush grass out of the sun free of care and at ease Alone with Mother Nature in the shadow of her trees. The busy street is full of noise the cars buzz up and down And though magpies and magpie larks they sing all day in the parks of the Town I much prefer the quiet place where Nature reign supreme A shady unpolluted spot beside a rippling stream. Were I a poet with the gift of words of Nature I would write Of wildering flowers blowing in the breeze blooming in the warm sunlight In Nature's garden by the hill a hundred shades of green And I could share with others of the beauty I had seen. I love a quiet place by the hills miles from the noisy street A few miles off of the highway where peace and beauty meet Where grey butcherbird with the bubbling notes he pipes all through the day In the place where Mother Nature lives I too would love to stay.