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A Beautiful Day
One to be grateful for
The burr of the trucks as they round the corner, racing along the highway on a mission,
The swish of the car tires following in their wake,
The roar of an engine as it changes down to tackle the hills throughout the range,
And the whistle of the air as they fly on past.
The twitter of the birds chorusing their good morning greetings,
The caw of the sulphur crested cockatoos as they screech above,
The chirps of the young beseeching a feed,
And the flap of a wing as it lashes overhead.
I swear I can hear the whisper of the sun as it warms my spine,
The soothing croon of the wind as it kisses my ears,
The scream of the ants as they feast upon my toes,
And the laugh of the kookaburra who thinks it’s all hysterical.
The crescendo of the frogs chorus as it heightens to a crest,
The crickets pitching their tone to the musical feast,
My baby girl’s squeak as she asks for breakfast,
And her purr of gratitude as she set upon her food.
