The Sun Is Out And Shining

The sun is out and shining and there's warmth in the breeze
And the weather rather pleasant around 21 degrees
And pink blossoms on the fruit trees and the wild birds chirp and sing
On this the first day of september and of the calendar spring.

The poetess is out walking and a song is in her head
And she will write a poem this evening before she goes to bed
Her dedication to september her favourite month of the year
When spring spreads her green beauty in the southern hemisphere.

The lovely golden whistler his song one can't mistake
In backyard on the mirror bush he whistled at daybreak
I'd like to think he piped for spring though naturalists tell me
That the only reason birds sing is to defend their territory.

The sun is out and shining and spring is in the air
And blossoms on the fruit trees and parks and gardens wear
Their green cloaks of september and there's warmth in the breeze
And the weather temperatures quite pleasant around 21 degrees.