I Sing Of

I sing of the stream that babbles on it's way Downhill to the river by night and by day A journey that ends at the far ocean shore The sound of it's babble is forever more I sing of the birds the feathered minstrels of song Some of them by their voices one never get wrong Like us individuals in their own way So nice for to hear and see them every day I sing of the wild animals i sometimes see The gray kangaroo and the koala on a manna gum tree I recognize them by sight but little about them i do know And my wonderment at their ways only seems to grow I sing of the trees and the bushes and flowers Gleaming in their rain speckled petals in the sun after showers There is beauty in Nature at all times of year A beauty that to us at all times is near. Of people and places my songs i have sung The poor and the wealthy the old and the young I sing of war and suffering and of inner strife And i sing of love and the joys of life.