There's Nothing Like Early Morning in the Australian Bush

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Piccaninny daylight creeping through the trees,
Outlining them along the range, not even a tiny breeze.
Small birds they start to twitter, now just a tiny trill.
As the first rays of sunlight, start shining o'er the hill

The air is still and quiet, cold brisk with quite a chill,
Which is soon displaced by sunlight, marching down the hill,
A lonely crow is cawing sounding all forlorn
While Magpies start to carol, in the early morn.

Away down in the forest gully Kooka's laugh away
Adding their happy welcome to this dawning day
Dew like jewels of crystal reflecting through the grass,
Damp misty air arising gently, as the sunlight comes to pass..

I watch across the clearing as the sunlight warms the ground,
A rabbit comes from out his burrow and takes a look around,
Ears and nose a-twitching sniffing at the breeze
Looking for any danger sign, then he's off among the trees.

The sunlight' strength increases as it climbs into the sky,
And I enjoy it's pleasant warmth as morning passes by
I watch an old man goanna walk on pondorous stilted feet
See him climb up on an old grey log, the warming sun to meet.

The quietness of the morning, when scarce a sound is heard
the rustle of a falling leaf, or the twitter of a bird.
A peace of mind that comes to one in this glorious solitude,
It fills my soul and refreshes me, with joyous gratitude.

J W. April 96