Beauty Is All Around Me

A walk in the garden of Nature and for it such a beautiful day And the white backed magpie is fluting on a high branch of an old mountain gray The scrub wrens in the undergrowth chirping their nest must be somewhere nearby On this warm morning in September with the sun shining in the clear sky. A warm day in the wooded hills in September with the slightest hint of a breeze The crimson rosellas are chirping amongst the gum and wattle trees And kookaburras at their border calling their voices one cannot mistake One of the first heard in the woodland they even call before daybreak. The Asian myna not the finest songster is proclaiming his territory And the red wattlebirds utter their hoarse calls their names from their fleshy jewellery And the butcherbird pipes in the gully he has his borders to defend At nesting time he becomes aggressive and his own kind not even his friend. A warm sunny day in September in a place that to Nature belong The wooded hill scent of flowers and blossoms and resound to the lilt of bird song The golden billed blackbird is piping amongst the leafy greenery And I have good cause to be happy for beauty is all around me.