At A Time When

At a time when natural beauty than usual more rare
The wattles their clusters of yellow flowers wear
But at all times in Nature some beauty to see
And a pride of the Winter a flowering wattle tree

On this sunny July day a male blackbird does sing
His voice many do associate with Spring
With his silent wife he is building a nest
And to defend his borders his song serves him best

Though the workings of Nature beyond me to understand
I see beauty in Winter in this southern Land
The flute of the magpie can be heard day and night
How pleasant to hear him singing in the moonlight

So little of Nature's ways i can claim to know
But my wonderment of her it only does grow
Of her i do learn something new every day
We never stop learning it does seem this way

Not one rain cloud to be seen in the blue and gray sky
And the sun out and shining on this last day of July
The dawning of August will take us one day more near
To September the birth of the Spring of the year.