On This Pleasant March Day

The morning was drizzling the sky gloomy gray
But sun has shone through 'tis a beautiful day
The songs of the magpies floating in the breeze
And the weather temperatures near perfect around twenty degrees
And a bird that does sing every day of the year
The voice of the magpie lark always pleasant to hear
Without variation to his familiar song
By his often sung pee wee one could never get him wrong
The ash tree is losing it's first brown Autumn leaves
And the brown sparrows are chirping beneath the house eaves
And though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
In Nature never any shortage of things for to write about
The morning sky overcast was drizzling and gray
But the sun now shines bright on this pleasant March day.