Mossvale Park

Through fallen trees that the winds had uprooted the waters of the Tarwin flow And through the high elms of Mossvale Park the chilly winds of Winter blow But a crimson rosella high on an old poplar is examining a cavity She is searching for a nesting site a hole in a very old tree. In only the third day of Winter the rosellas are thinking of Spring From the high and the bare trees of Mossvale Park their beautiful bell like notes ring The urge for to breed is upon them and by September their brood with them will fly From tree to tree in the park by the river when the Spring sun is warm in the sky. I love that old park by the river a place that is peaceful and green In Mossvale a gem of south Gippsland Mother Nature will always be queen Between Mirboo North and Leongatha a place that is not that well known Yet it has it's natural beauty and it has a charm of it's own. The day it is not cool or warm perhaps around 14 degrees And at Mossvale park in south Gippsland the wind it is soughing in the trees But a crimson rosella is searching for a suitable cavity A hole in a tree where she can lay her eggs in and hatch to life her family.