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