I love to sit amid nature fair,
not for me, a dark, dingy lair!
I long for light and life all around,
to await the dawn and a longed-for sound.
The lyrical music of various birds,
the plaintive calls of cattle herds.
Frogs and cicadas after a storm,
and crickets of evening; an orchestral swarm.
This Christmastime I relax and listen,
to watch jewel-bright wrens dance and glisten.
Their songs remind me of childhood days,
when life was carefree in simpler ways.
A breeze through the trees; the rustle of leaves,
the north-easterly wind sighs and heaves.
Christmas in Australia; God’s best of each year,
are the sounds of summer; so wondrous to hear.
Written by Siona Robertson (nee Effield)