Summer’s Morn

Morning sunlight dapples forest floor,

At Escarpment’s foot,

a sparkling Pacific dances in a southern breeze

Eucalypt scents the air,

Tumbling seaward the Creek burbles with pleasure

Kookaburras laugh with joy

Collared Doves coo, Magpies carol and Currawongs call,

Backed by a Cicada choir

God’s creation rejoices and sings unbounded praise

for Summer’s morn.

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