Sometimes just sitting out in the Winters sun is enough.
Solace
The birds are singing in the trees
the sound wafts upon the breeze.
I sit back and relax at ease
The sun is shining bright.
The lorikeets fight and squawk
the minors prance about and walk
I watch the galahs pout and gawk
the world seems so right.
There is no place I’d rather be
This place I’ve found down by the sea
Beneath the sprawling Jacaranda tree
There is no need to roam.
Away from the terror and the woe,
this is the place I love to go.
Where birds sing and flowers grow, my backyard is my home.
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