The Voice Of Nature

The red wattlebirds call on the banksia tree
Their hoarse like cackles familiar to me
They get their nectar from blossoms and flowers
They find on garden trees in daylight hours.

And yellow robin with the ticking song
You hear him once you cannot get him wrong
He let you get so close he is not shy
And far away from you he never fly.

And white backed magpie's voice one can't mistake
His flute like song often heard at daybreak
You hear him once you know his voice again
His song with you is certain to remain.

And magpie lark the bird known as pee wee
From the two fold note he pipes on bush and tree
He and his mate they build cup shaped nest of mud
On tree in park or at fringe of the wood.

The laughing kookaburra's voice not hard to recognize
They call at dawn and at dusk as darkness cloak the skies
They call together as a family
High on branch of tall gum to mark their territory.

The voice of Nature is a pleasant thing
You hear it when the wild birds chirp and sing
And you hear it in the buzzing of the bees
And you hear it when the wind soughs in the trees.