DAWN IN THE BUSHLAND
Little birds wake up with a twitter
As the dewdrops glisten on grass,
The silence of night seems to shatter
As the darkness lifts up itís mask.
The possums head for their hollows,
As a fox eats the last of itís feast,
Then heads for itís den in the ranges
While the sky glows bright in the east.
The magpies warbleís a tonic
To those who are up and abroad,
And the kestrelís cry from up in the sky,
Strikes high, on a musical chord.
Another day is at dawning
As the sun peeps over the trees,
The last traces of darkness seem to vanish
Like smoke drifting away on a breeze.
For it is dawn in the bushland
And of all places Iíd sooner be there,
To hear the bellbirdís cheery good morning,
Ringing clear in the still morning air.