I love to sit under the Ironbark tree.
Where the leaves flitter in the breeze.
Where the sparrow darts this way and that.
Where the cool ripples from a lily pad
quietly break on the muddy bank.
Where The sound of a Kookaburra, echos through the morning air.
Where you can hear the snapping of a twig, as a kangaroo bounds this way and that.
Where you can hear he sound of a black swan, as it beats it's wings on the gleaming water.
Where you can hear the sound of a cricket, as it jumps from grass stem to grass stem.
Where you can hear the soft sound of a cow chewing, the dewy grass.