trees (Murraya Paniculata) fills the air, and all is right with the world.
The river runs languidly by.
and honey bees bustle and fly.
like spindrift or white errant sheep.
as slowly somnolence creeps.
as small ripples ebb to and fro.
movement to the water bestow.
surveying the scene passing by
perusing the world from his eye.
away from the bustle and thrust
then return to it if you must.
a break from the everyday strife.
before you continue with life.
All tied up in stressed knots it seems.
to appreciate life and to dream?
by a hidden umbilical cord.
that perhaps we are being ignored.
but please leave technology at home.
and enjoy your time being alone.
listen to natures gentle song.
the notes from the fine feathered throng.
echoes through the bush as we speak.
brings delight to all those who seek
the chirp of the Superb Blue Wren,
its crystal notes heard through the glen.
sunset skies shaded, softly with pink.
until into silence they sink.
a rhythmic and regular release
as day fades to evening peace.