in the beauty of the bush
one's mind is at ease
in the rustle of the trees

the air takes one to a lovely space
where all one's hassles
are more rightfully placed

the waters of the creek
soothe one's feet and soul
as it contentedly babbles and rolls

the finches, koels and corellas
renew one's heart
with the songs they impart

one feels utterly at peace
in the beauty of the bush