Awaking in the early morn

I hear the chorus of the dawn.

Quietly so I’m not waking

those who are still snore sounds making.

I venture out into the song

the music of where I belong.

Cicada with their raucus din

the only sound when I  begin.

In slowly chimes the melody;

magpies singing “I am free”.

Still cicadas constant drone

that fills my being to the bone.

The kookabura – Aussie bird

throws his head back to be heard.

I near the wetland – soon I hear

the frogs are many – far and near.

I sit awhile – the chorus slows;

’tis in the bush true beauty grows.

I feel complete – the day is young;

the Morning Chorus has been sung.