(Video by Listening Earth)
Just take my hand, it’s my delight today
To show you where maidenhair fern drips lace.
We’ll seek Australian breeze of come-what-may
To reveal stone steps to our secret place.
So down we go on the stone's' grisaille grey
As shadows flicker evenfall’s last trace,
When flimsy mist slips off its silver shawl
And morn’s soft light lifts to moon’s curtain call.
Air huffs our hair as wattle’s fuzzy floss
And look! There’s feathers near the ghost gum tree,
With bottle brush and daises near white moss
And kangaroo paws' rich red blooms to see.
Now we’ll scan for spanning wings far across
Sapphire skies grand sweep of enraptured glee.
Dawn’s chorus leads this love affair of hearts
Where dreams begin and soon our swooning starts.
Yellow-faced honeyeater birds with flair
Stream a warm liquid call in sunlight’s song.
Kookaburra’s cackled mirth can’t compare
To wagtails' flicks as they chit-chit along.
Fairy-wrens twitting and raven’s drawl share
A bush symphony as crows caws prolong.
Now our spirits soar birds' 'Ode-To-Joy' bliss
As chicks in moss birds' nests are blown our kiss!
Karin Anderson © 2015