On March The Third

Wherever i turn to look i marvel at what i do see
The beauty of Nature is all around me
The weather is pleasantly warm though not too hot at all
On the third day of March in the southern Fall
Of the birds who do sing every day of the year
The warbling songs of the magpies are so pleasant to hear
The warm air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees
A weather forecast high for the day of twenty three degrees
The brown paddocks showing some green after recent thunder rain
With such pleasant weather how can one complain
The cattle in the sunshine chewing their cuds do lay
On what is indeed a beautiful Autumn day
Such beauty that artists and writers inspire
Of singing of Nature's praises could anyone tire?