Changeable July

The dark river bird with breast as white as snow
The dipper sings where the babbling waters flow
Through the old fields where the rank rushes grow
By ditch and by dyke and many a hedgerow.

Though the previous few days have been sunny and dry
The dark clouds of rain are gathering in the sky
The dark swallows chasing flying insects close to the grass fly
A sure sign of rain in changeable July.

I have loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
And just learning about her a thing I enjoy
The passing of time has left me looking gray
But the love I have for her is with me today.

I discovered her beauty many Seasons ago
In the home of the badger and silver back crow
And my wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet little about her I do seem to know.

I now live in the Land of the wombat and roo
Kookaburra and emu, lyrebird and cockatoo
And though her wonders are many and her secrets not few
From Nature each day I do learn something new.