A Day In The Bush

A halo round the fading moon,
Sweet mist upon the grass.
The croak of frogs from yon lagoon,
A flight of ducks wing past.
A dingo howls farewell to night,
The crimson sunrise comes;
The dawn is here to start the day,
All hail the rising sun.

But now the evening cool arrives,
The distant hills turn red.
The sun's rays flash like crimson knives,
and darkness' blanket spreads.
Cicadas strike their evening chords,
And kookaburras laugh.
On sunset's purple cloak abroad
The moon sheds silver paths.