A Day In the Bush

A halo round the fading moon Sweet mist upon the grass. The croak of frogs from yon lagoon, A flight of ducks wing past. A dingo howls farewell to night, The crimson sunrise comes; The dawn is here to start the day, Al hail the rising sun. That blazing orb now bakes the plains, Heat shimmers on the ground. The gum trees droop their leaves in pain, The paddocks all are brown. From long grass on the flat below Rise heads of kangaroo; Of rain. no sign, of clouds, no show, Just endless skies of blue. But now, the evening cool arrives, The distant hills turn red. The sun's rays flash like crimson knives And darkness' blanket spreads. Cicadas strike their evening chords, And kookaburras laugh; On sunset's purple cloak abroad, The moon spreads silver paths.