On The Second Week Of September

Across the high green paddocks the freshening winds blow In the sunshine of September near where the river waters crawl slow Near the end of it's journey the deep salty sea The river water like us fulfil their life's destiny. A pair of crows are building their stick nest high on a gum tree And the mud nesting magpie lark known to some as pee wee Are singing out pee wee their familiar song Some voices of Nature one cannot get wrong. On the second week of September in the early Spring The nesting songbirds chirp and whistle and sing With young to be raised and borders to defend The circle of Nature does not have an end. I do feel quite grateful as the word can be That another Spring I have lived for to see For the natural beauty to look at that's free Of Nature herself who is all around me.