On The Twenty Ninth Of August

The first of September and the southern calendar Spring only two sleeps away
In the sunlit park such a beautiful day
Not too warm or cool with a gentle breeze
In near to perfect weather temperatures of around sixteen degrees
The nesting wild born birds chirp, whistle and sing
In their natural instincts they sense the coming of Spring
To pass on their genes in them there is the need
The natural urge it has come upon them for to breed
In Nature no shortage of things about for to write
In hearts of yellow and petals of white
The perennial daisies in full bloom are all around me
In Nature there is always great beauty to see
On the twenty ninth of August such a beautiful day
And Spring to the southern shore on her way.