At A Time When

At a time when natural beauty than usual more rare The wattles their clusters of yellow flowers wear But at all times in Nature some beauty to see And a pride of the Winter a flowering wattle tree On this sunny July day a male blackbird does sing His voice many do associate with Spring With his silent wife he is building a nest And to defend his borders his song serves him best Though the workings of Nature beyond me to understand I see beauty in Winter in this southern Land The flute of the magpie can be heard day and night How pleasant to hear him singing in the moonlight So little of Nature's ways i can claim to know But my wonderment of her it only does grow Of her i do learn something new every day We never stop learning it does seem this way Not one rain cloud to be seen in the blue and gray sky And the sun out and shining on this last day of July The dawning of August will take us one day more near To September the birth of the Spring of the year.